Paris is the opposite of yoga....

The Frenchies throw a fun party -- wigs, booze, sluts, and butts. We nearly died, but Paris was worth it. Amanda's words were: if I had to live there for a year, I'd be dead. Luckily it was only 3 nights. The past week has been the most jam-packed seven days of my life. Thank god for the excitement - because La Realite is what it is. Reality.

I'm off to continue to eat salad and do yoga class. PURGE PURGE PURGE. I would like to publish my IDFA/Amsterdam/Paris diary that I started on the plane, but that will come after I drown in the bath tub with a glass of smuggled wine and some Jewish Kosher Salt.