Most men in the Greater Toronto Area are fucking lame.
I swear I do not know one single male subject (not even heard of one) who has the money to travel. They always have money to pay speeding tickets, go visit their parents who live up in butt-fuck-nowhere-lands twice a year, spend hundreds at least twice a month on wine and dining or parties, and maybe a road trip to the States once every other year. Do they have no anticipation nor motivation to move out of their basement apartments? Do they have no aspiration to ACTUALLY travel outside the grasps of Walmart and Tim Hortons? I am sitting home bored silly now, with school and work both prosponing themselves like a marathon gone bad. I'd consider to travel on my own if it wasn't for bad experiences proven true. I've been knitting for so many days now my ass has gone flat from all this sitting.