Hating Toronto. It's as much part of being born in Hamilton as childhood asthma, an inability to play football, and the desire for a hockey team we won't actually pay money to watch play. But I of course have a deep down envy of a city where if you miss one bus there is another one right around the corner and where a 24 hour business isn't limited to Walmart or a porno theatre. And of course a place which nourishes artists, musicians, actors and film-makers. Not to mention has concerts, festivals, museums, and live theatre to make any mildly cultured person just a little excited.
So here I am. A big city girl. I've been a city girl, a country girl, a northerner, and a Peterboroughian (which really has its own special classification), and now I am a Torontonian.
5 comments:
cute place!
heeeey... is that my copy of hitchikers guide to the galaxy?? :-P
I still have your Dr. Strangelove and "I heart Huckabees", btw!
Let's have a contest. Whoever can spot their belongings in the pictures of my apartments may actually get them back someday.
Scott, the futon does not count.
Wow, is that place really in Toronto? it's capital N Nice! I had been led to believe that there would be rats and squatters!
p.s. "Slaughterhouse 5" and the picture of Amanda Palmer on your computer in the 2nd picture are mine!
I think that's MY apartment in both the pics...
I will come visit as soon as my school problems settle down...
You'd think I was in Laurentian all over again.
Hope all is well with you Lib!
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