Asking Too Much
Another year with terrible weather on April 20th. Every year I intend to busk for the hordes of pot enthusiasts at Major's Hill Park and Parliament Hill, but every year the weather has been too cold and/or wet for me to be able to. It's a shame, as we would all win: I would make some cash and the high kids would be entertained. Ah well, maybe next year.
The Ani Difranco binge comes and goes. Life wavers between vast expanses of frustrated boredom and too much socialising all at once that makes me swear I'll really make it as a hermit this time...
Oh, and I have been eating terribly, drinking too much, spending too much money and I think this stuffed-up-sneezing-allergy-thing is from my roommate smoking on the balcony, which I am not about to ask him to stop. I am hoping my body will just get used to it in the near future.
Tomorrow I am going to wear a ridiculous blue dress with my hair as big as I can get it and dance and get pretty stupidly drunk. Because I am classy.
The Ani Difranco binge comes and goes. Life wavers between vast expanses of frustrated boredom and too much socialising all at once that makes me swear I'll really make it as a hermit this time...
Oh, and I have been eating terribly, drinking too much, spending too much money and I think this stuffed-up-sneezing-allergy-thing is from my roommate smoking on the balcony, which I am not about to ask him to stop. I am hoping my body will just get used to it in the near future.
Tomorrow I am going to wear a ridiculous blue dress with my hair as big as I can get it and dance and get pretty stupidly drunk. Because I am classy.
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