In May, was my very first entry. It was all about the small things that I like doing. Am�lie wouldn't have done better.
In June, I worried about planes and partook of the strange superstition which prevent me from sending letters before taking a plane.
In July, I became all philosophical about barking dogs. I know, it's pretty scary when I get all philosophical. A good thing it doesn't happen too often.
In August, a question haunted my mind about this painting. And it still does. Warning: people under age should NOT visit this page.
In September, the hurricane season prompted me to write about Lenny. Now, I wish it could rain because my car is really dirty.
In October, I expressed my sincere admiration for No�l Godin, aka Le Gloupier. And I still think that Bush should be his next victim.
In November, I succumbed to the fashion of Diaryland Trading Cards. No comment about the photo, please.
In December, I hit upon the biggest revelation of my life so far. How dumb can I be sometimes?
In January, I eventually accepted to share my secrets about swearing in French. Nom de Dieu de Putain de Bordel de Merde!
In February, I amazed the whole Diaryland community with my eating habits. Yes, those are boiled bananas. Really.
In March, I discovered the apalling truth: some of my pupils are nothing more than dirty little perverts.
And in April, I found out that Bourgogne would be my new home next year.
There, you have it. A whole year in the life of Ladiscrete. Exciting, hey?