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I used to take great consolation from the Keb Mo' song with the refrain "and if nobody loves you, and you're feeling like dust on an empty shelf, just remember: you can love yourself." It's a bittersweet little tune.

oh hilarious. i've been reading the french blogs lately, and tex mex or just mex is two of the things expats miss the most in france. the french do not like "spicy" food, oddly enough. (somehow i figure eating all that offal and reptile meats would soften them up for jalapeno, but no.) aaaaaaaaaaanyway, the frenchies' idea of mexican, what they serve in their mex restaurants, is hilarious and heartbreaking to those jonesing for it. salsa consists of like two edges of tomato in a dentist's lavoris cup, and tortillas are not well understood either. hilarious. the cheese melted on top of things is something weird as well -- not roquefort, but something that really has nothing to do with mexican food.
did you eat there? did you get wedgies in a lavoris cup?