?

Log in

lisa says on a night like this: [userpic]

December 31st, 2005 (04:25 pm)

APOLOGIES FOR THE REDUNDANCY, I JUST POSTED THIS ON MYSPACE.

ON BEING MACED AND ROBBED IN PARIS - a love story:

i was punched in the face and sprayed with copious amounts of mace while my camera was ripped from my hands and my purse torn from my shoulders at one in the morning at the west leg of the eiffel tower.

things gone:
passport
identification
3 major credit cards


this was all done by a group of fifteen perfectly nice looking young men who, while i lay sprawled in the grass clutching my blind and burning eyes, proceeded to beat the living piss out of my entire group of friends. vladimir went missing for three hours and i sobbed like a baby when we found out he was okay.


props go out to:
-the man who led us to the police station, stayed with us, escorted us to the hostel, and took videos and photos of a very shocked me screaming salt n' pepa's ''shoop'' into the dirty seine while lea hummed loudly the saxaphone bit from ''careless whispers''.
-the only kind police officer in france, who took my report and let me sob two hours of macey tears into his four hundred dollar suit when i was ignored completely by the four hundred officers surrounding the eiffel tower.
-juan, the guy running the counter at the hostel, who brought us beer at four am and played a mix he had made with stereo total, metric, bowie, and danced with us to all of it when none of us wanted to be alone, and stayed with us until his shift ended at eight am.


anti-props to:
-the thugs who hurt me and my friends.
-police. everywhere.
-whoever is using my fucking camera right now.







i have to get to a fucking american embassy today, and once my mom wires money into vlad's account and he gives it to me, he is off to portugal. from i, however, will be hiding in my youth hostel until an hour before my plane leaves charles de galle and i will be home, sometime within the next three days. please leave me your phone number, some of you, i'd like to talk to friends right now and my phone list was in my wallet. i am coming home and going to bed and not going outside for at least six months.
i'm not sad, not even in a bad mood, just absolutely petrified to be alive! GAAAAHHHH. this is ridiculous.


PEOPLE ARE FUCKING SCARY AND I AM SHOCKED AT HOW STRANGE THINGS ARE.
hahahaha,
happy 2006, kittens!

Comments

Posted by: Hayduke (dolfinjetpacks)
Posted at: January 1st, 2006 04:02 pm (UTC)

sweet jesus, thats terrible! thank god you it was only mace, though. hope you're doing better.

Posted by: Hayduke (dolfinjetpacks)
Posted at: January 1st, 2006 04:05 pm (UTC)

btw, whats your myspace name?

Posted by: still allie (insteadweslept)
Posted at: January 1st, 2006 05:15 pm (UTC)

I love you, LisaLisa.

224-595-5464

We're coming home tonight and I don't start school until the 9th, so you can come stay with me and I'll love you forever and ever and ever.

Posted by: . (cripplestarfish)
Posted at: January 1st, 2006 09:35 pm (UTC)

!! ah lisa!!
darlin, that is really awful, i'm so sorry that happened to you.
i hope you have a good flight home and when you next feel up to traveling again you know you are welcome in portland.
xo

Posted by: arlenlawson (arlenlawson)
Posted at: January 2nd, 2006 12:40 am (UTC)

lisa,
made you a private post on my journal.
Arlen

Posted by: lisa says on a night like this: (sparklytoesies)
Posted at: January 4th, 2006 08:48 pm (UTC)
not piratexcore

DUDE, they freakin stole my phone list!
if you call leave me your number! gahhhhh

6 Read Comments