The only punctuation is the job interviews. Today, I went in for a second interview at another non-profit organization and spotted the notes from our previous meeting on the table. "Outgoing" was written in bold letters next to my name.
When I went with London to help Alex pick up furniture, early in the day he insisted that I take a picture of this sign (as he often does on our travels--forget pictures of the scenery or of us together--he's all about the signage) in our rented U-Haul. He thought it was hilarious. How could anyone be so stupid as to drive into any of those things?
Oh, and we also had a dance party that was difficult to rival. Bad, bad feminists.
And the night the TTC strike started, I went to Circa for the first time. It was okay.
Natty and I have been revelling in post-school stress in the same fashion. The only difference is she gets paid.
These days, I'm started to get bored. The weather got chilly again, dancing Jesus is gone and I finished reading Into the Wild. These days, I'm wishing that I was in Iceland. Or employed. I'll take either one.
Bad feminist, good feminist, either way it's a great dress!ReplyDelete