My fickle friend, the summer wind
I am so bored. When I'm not at work, I don't know what to do with myself. It is harder and harder to organize plans with friends because everyone's sched is different and people live across the city. My usual solution to boredom --shopping -- is not an applicable remedy anymore since I am moving away to UBC at the end of August. In short, I can't buy anymore crap that won't fit into a jail cell-sized room. I'm in a little bit of a conundrum, you see.
All I want to do with bake. The temperatures outside, however, make this damn near impossible. Who am I to turn on the oven to a roaring 425 degrees when it's already +35 degrees celcius in my house? And no one even wants to eat the fabled baked goods in question because the heat zaps everyone's appetite.
Conundrum!
All I want to do with bake. The temperatures outside, however, make this damn near impossible. Who am I to turn on the oven to a roaring 425 degrees when it's already +35 degrees celcius in my house? And no one even wants to eat the fabled baked goods in question because the heat zaps everyone's appetite.
Conundrum!