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I'm pretty sure this dude has raped at least one person.

What a creeper.

The Dreammaker's Gonna Make You Mad

This morning, I was ub bright and early. I got a yummy iced tea from the bucks then headed over to Kensington and UrbHerb. The curry wasn't ready when I got there, so I got a BBQ tofu sandwich instead as well as juice, 2 cookies, and a muffin.

The jucie was nastily healthy. I felt every piece of junkfood I've ever had melt away as I was drinking it. It was kind of awful. Decidedly enjoyable though. The sandwich was orgasmic and I got sauce from it all over my muddy banks ofthe wishkah Nirvana tshirt. Oh well, it was already dirty.
Some creeper hit on me, so I told him I was a boy. Ahahahhaa. This is especially hilarious because of my long hair (today), girly clothes, and exploding clevage. It was an epic win for all parties involved. I couldn't think of anything else to say though.

I ate my breaky then took a 5 hour long nap then went and got pizza. I think I might have been flirting with the girl at the pizza counter, I have no idea. But it was a funny thought as I was walking out of there.

When I got home, Shayna and I watched the amazing race together as we do on Sunday nights. It was pretty good. Now I'm hungry again, so I think I'll eat my muffin that I was saving for breakfast tomorrow.

Give My Regards To Soul And Romance

So yesterday was pervert day in Toronto. Like seriously, I got hit on more than I did on Saturday when I wasn't wearing pants. It was ridiculous. Some creeper was like, "I like your body, can I have it?" It was totally ridiculous. Oh, and I managed to get and pop blisters while walking around exercising. Yummy.

Today I went down to Queen W. And turned in my resume at the tattoo parlour. Naturally I got a bit lost, however I ended up in a Starbucks where they charged me for a tall and gave me a grande. Sweet! Then I went grocery shopping and bought squash which I will be asking my mum about how to cook. My roomie Theresa told me about this thing where you just drink tea and forget to eat which sounds slightly anorexic, but good for fitting into ultra skinny jeans.

I think I'm just going to mellow out today, maybe unpack bags and boxes.

Then Jump Repeat To The Swinging Beat

Bloody fuck and Jesus on a cracker (thanks Rob) it's COLD here! Everyone is like, oh, California? Yeah... it's warm there.

Fucking as if. It's 50 if I'm lucky.

Anyway, this morning I woke up at 11 something or other my time, but 8 something or other California time. Breaky was good. After breakfast, we went to some shopping centre a little ways away to buy cake tins or something. Afterward we went to Starbucks. Yay for peppermint venti soy no whip hot chocolate. There's a picture on my myspace... I can't bother to figure out how to post it from my grandparents' computer though.

At noonish we walked a bit aways to the theatre and two feet from the house we came across the angriest hobo EVER. He was going through a dumpster and had trash spread all across the sidewalk. He got super pissed off because my mom stepped on this random bag of something on the ground and he was like, "fuck you! that's my dinner... stupid people who have everything, blah blah blah..." what a fucking creeper, ferrealz.

My grandmother called the police and told them to get rid of him... which was just a little hilarious. Anyway, we met up with cousin Lyle, his wife Daria, and their kids Wyatt and Gwendolyn at the theatre and went and saw cousin Clarissa in The Nutcracker. Guys in ubertight pants... yum. But I spent most of it texting my friend Roger.

I had dinner after and then Clarissa, aunt Virginia, and uncle Tom came over for more dinner. Clarissa and I caught up for a bit which is always fun. She's pretty ace for a ten year old.

I'm quickly getting used to this time zone. Oh noes!