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today i was bored, from hardly leaving my house in 2 days, so i went downtown. god, do i hate toronto. there are too many people and too many cars and not enough peanut butter.
i bought a few terrible new shirts. the phat girl at black market must have given me a discount because the sign said three for 29.99$ but she charged me 27.99$. i also bought two of my favourite books of all time, which i previously had to borrow from the library every once in a while, patrick suskind's perfume: the story of a murderer and antoine de st.exupery's the little prince. i accidentally picked up a french copy of the latter, luckly i opened it up to see the pictures while i was in line. i just realized that i read those both for the first time in the summer of 2003, which didn't seem like that long ago before. i homeless girl said she liked my sunglasses. i got lost in the eaton centre (again).
anyway, i hate buses and subways (and the subways, i think) and i'm going to bed.
i bought a few terrible new shirts. the phat girl at black market must have given me a discount because the sign said three for 29.99$ but she charged me 27.99$. i also bought two of my favourite books of all time, which i previously had to borrow from the library every once in a while, patrick suskind's perfume: the story of a murderer and antoine de st.exupery's the little prince. i accidentally picked up a french copy of the latter, luckly i opened it up to see the pictures while i was in line. i just realized that i read those both for the first time in the summer of 2003, which didn't seem like that long ago before. i homeless girl said she liked my sunglasses. i got lost in the eaton centre (again).
anyway, i hate buses and subways (and the subways, i think) and i'm going to bed.