Let me give you everything you need

I can't believe how much walking took place in Toronto. Luckily I was with some good company, so it was well worth it. We went from Spadina to Church and everywhere in between. A lot of time was spent in book stores, where I ended up buying Trainspotting by Irving Welsh and Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. Remember how your parent’s would threaten to take away dessert if you didn’t finish the horrid, horrid vegetables on your plate when you were five? And how you reluctantly swallowed every remaining morsel of grossness that would make you dry-heave because you knew the deliciousness of whatever the dessert was would make up for it? And because, well, you wanted anything brimming with sugar so fucking badly? This is how badly I want to read the books I purchased…mind you I don’t have to eat anything that turns my face green before I start. I would read them now, but, alas, they're in queue; I have way too many other good books to finish...I <3 books...Anyways, some good food was also consumed--I had some sort of Thai food which was electrically exquisite.

After the huge excursion down town I ran to catch a train to the Molson Amphitheatre to make sure I made it to work on time. The Doors were was playing and I was very, very, very pessimistic with the absence of Jim Morrison and, well, the absence of everyone but one remaining member. Long story short, the concert blew. Tips, on the other hand, did not; they were quite plentiful. And I guess that's what it all boils down to.

And, finally, I’ve come to a conclusion. I want a piece of work I’ve created to be published at some point in my lifetime. This was brought about by Hollie, so blame her.