Ah, now those lyrics make so much more sense! I'd been reading that first line wrong all my life…

I've realised.

Yesterday, I held up my day pass to the guy at the ticket booth to get through the turnstile and he replied with "What do you want me to do about it?"

This guy also put on the emergency stop lights to run into Starbucks. Quite glad I got off at the Starbucks.

Those poor souls.

This streetcar driver is unsettling me.

On a turn, to no one in particular:

Its like they don't give a shit about their own lives…it really is…I'LL HOLD 'EM TOMMY!

It really bothers me when people buy me clothes.

I'm very particular about what I wear (no stripes, in particular, and only certain colours), and no one knows this (nor do they need to).

Usually the clothes end up wasted.

Getting really sick of iOS Mail not showing messages in search results that I know for certain exist.

It was served with meringues, if that helps.

Oh my, best cocktail in months at BarChef.

Every time I'm in Canada, I'm strongly reminded — within the first hour — of why I would probably hate actually living here: the speed at which things happen. Infuriating.

time to start integrating more!