Yesterday while walking with
evilsocks through the village on our way out east, we spied:
-two men biting a young woman's breasts
-a 50-something man (whose physique could use some work) wearing only shorts and a red bra, singing to himself while looking through garbage cans
I could use more of that in my life, y'know? So I'm seeing a place on Amherst Saturday morning.
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When I close my eyes these days, basically all that I see are things like:
Petite-Patrie Hochelaga $595 Joliette 3.5 chauffé hardwood floors Mile-End downtown $480 studio
I just see those words flashing before my eyes.
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I shouldn't listen to motown in the office. I just GOTTA DANCE.