cimorene

well, so, we spent all day in toronto and got back half an hour ago, at which time i took some ibuprofen which have not yet relieved my headache. i found the perfect boots at aldo (flat-soled, knee-high beige suede) but i didn't buy anything but some ~~cheesy~~ souvenirs with mounties on them. also we discussed a potential trip for the ghetto hobbits to alabama, to deal with the insurance lady for my poor helpless ~~mum~~ mom eh.

hollsk purchased a purse and $45 (canadian) worth of clearance merchandise at some bath product shop going out of business. as she said, we were incredibly cute together, and it's just too bad no one else was there to witness our stylishness, wit, joie de vivre, and general coolness .* we went to the church street gay district and coveted t-shirts like well aren't we just a fucking ray of sunshine, does this cock in my mouth make me look gay?, and canuck boys: we always get our men. i spent my last tenner on a t-shirt (not those--one with a cartoony mountie on, natch), and the change was just adequate for the subway fare back to the train.

hollsk paid for dinner. 'if chris asks,' she said, 'we ate at mcdonald's.'

*ex: holls is even now searching in the dark for her eyedrops in the closet... with her contacts out.