skanky french exchange
serious repression of these memories. i got stuck with annaig. a friendless, unfriendly geek. in 2 weeks of being there, i'd been taken out once (to a motor show?!) whilst everyone else got to do all sorts of cool things. i watched "back to the future 2" (in english) about 137 times in a fortnight.

they wouldn't believe i didn't like meat. every night we'd have a reasonably delicious soup, which would be ruined for me by the hissing in the frying pan of a charred blue rectangle of meat that was, possibly, a piece of le chien.

and the dad was an utter pervert who groped my ass in the hall.

but it was almost as bad when she came to stay with me for this reason: she told me in very graphic french when she arrived that she couldn't go swimming or anything because she had her - and it lasted for ELEVEN DAYS. that would be reason to feel a bit sorry for the skanky cow, if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't shower or bath once. in two whole weeks.

my mother kept showing her how the power shower in her bathroom worked as a hint, but she didn't take it. by the end of the fortnight her ears stuck out through her greasy hair and she smelled like a lump of bloody meat rotting in a sewer. ugh!

words cannot express the hell of the month annaig and i spent together. seriously, it's no wonder i was then able to put up with a boyfriend who sh1t the bed!!!!!!!!!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 14 Dec 2006, 11:27, Reply)