I got my parasite removed due to the boba! I signed an agreement that my surgery and my body can be recorded for scientific research but my identity was hidden! I would be absolutely dishonored if something from America would take the great Henri Laurent Auclair down! ANYWAY!!!


I WENT HOME AND CHARLOTTE WAS WAITING FOR ME!!! OMG she was a beautiful as ever! Phillipe did such a good job in taking care of her! Her coat seems even shinier than usual! I might have to try her shampoo for my hair! ^-^

Phillipe always does such a good job with everything! The house was spot on and my works of art were rearranged in such a beautiful manner I almost cried! I even got to finish the piece I was working on before that wretched man sent me on my perilous journey! All's well that ends well I suppose!

Well one thing is for certain, I got my face fixed and now I don't have that black eye anymore (even though I still looked good with it. Maybe I can pull it off as the next fashion statement.). 


After that I went home again and finished some art pieces! Sold a couple, and went to a couple fashion shows. I cant believe that one secretary hung up on me. Her voice was quite ghastly. She must have not been French. 

Wes really taught me something in that I should protect my self so I'm taking a couple fencing lessons! This is truly a beautiful sport and holds lots of honor. Fencing is really important to not only my French heritage, but my Italian heritage as well. I asked Phillipe to find me only the greatest coaches, teachers, masters, and trainers to keep me in tip top shape! I should be prepared by next go around!

I wanted to paint! I need to. These contracts have pulled me away from my true calling. Yes I can paint anything I wanted to perfection in my sleep, however my skills need not dulling! That would kill my honor as an artist. After all, my main goal is to make the world beautiful, and there is a lot of ugly left over. So, I stayed in my house for the month and honed in on areas that i might not be so perfect in. WHICH IS MOTHING!! HAHAHAHA! You actually thought that there isnt anything i cant paint? Anything That I cannot sculpt? ANYTHING THAT I CANNOT CREATE!?!?! PREPOSTEROUS! I am the great Henri Laurent Auclair! Artist would have been my middle name if Laurent wasnt so elegant! However, art is my true love. So thats what I will do. I will make art. Nothing less will do. MAGNIFIQUE! 

Cher Philippe,

       

           Je vais bien! J'espère que toi aussi! J'établis des liens que vous ne croiriez même pas ! Être célèbre est un travail difficile, tu sais ? Je savais que j'allais devenir célèbre, mais je ne savais pas que je devais FAIRE des choses ! Oui, cela m'a donné plus que ce que j'ai toujours voulu, mais j'ai l'impression qu'il manque quelque chose! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OH MON DIEU! CE SENTIMENT! CE SENTIMENT! JE NE SAIS PAS COMMENT LE DÉCRIRE MAIS JE PEUX DÉFINITIVEMENT LE PEINDRE! APPORTEZ-MOI MON PLUS GRAND CHEVALET ! JE SENS UN CHEF-D'ŒUVRE!






REDS BLUES GREENS AND YELLOW
I WILL PAINT THIS FEELING THAT ROARS FROM THE GUST OF A BELLOW
IT IS I WHO WILL PERSONIFY THIS EMOTION FOR MY FELLOW FELLOWS
WITH ONLY USING MY REDS BLUES GREENS AND YELLOWS

Phillipe this is GRAND! Je pourrais pleurer! Please take care of Charlotte while I paint! This may take time and I dont want to rush this. The euphoric feeling of inspiration shall NOT be wasted with deliberation! I MUST ACT WITH HASTE! 

Clafoutis, Tarte Tatin, Beignets, Crêpes Suzette!?!?!?!?!

I could go on and on about French confectionaries and desserts! They are so good! No one on planet Earth makes dessert and sweetie sweet sweets like the French! I am currently in my room, eating the most expensive desserts money can buy on French soil! Phillipe doesn't like sweets. (the madman); and of COURSE i cant give any to my sweet, Charlotte, as she would freeze up and be as still as my paintings of her! So either I eat all these sweets by myself, I give them to charity, or I throw them away when I'm done. There is about five Éclairs, eighteen Macarons, and one fruit tart. Literally, give me 3 glasses of milk and a good show to watch on television. These will be gone in 4 hours. I can't stop eating them haha. You would think there is some sort of addictive trait to them. 

I really hate America. It's so dirty. I tried to give it a chance, I REALLY did, but no one deserves a third chance. The people are rancid, the air is suffocating, it is FUCKING filthy. The worst part of it all is I'm starting to lose my beloved accent. I CAN FEEL THE FRENCH LEAVING MY VEINS. SO no more. I don't care if I have broken English. I don't care if I seem mean. Americans arent very nice to me, and although I should kill them with kindness, I've gained multiple skills to kill them...period. Now this isn't a Nationalist manifesto, It's simply just my thoughts. I will be civil, but if they cross a line, I will cross that line with my car and RUN THEM OVER. La France est bien meilleure. La nourriture, les gens, l'air, l'environnement, cette influence, la sérénité. Tout sur la France crie la supériorité.