where's my motherfucking teaparty

does 400 mg of ibuprofen make anyone else a wee bit punchy?

i dreamed that

+i seduced johnny depp, who was hanging about my parents' house and helping with the renovation
+we were having a problem with burglars
+i was a member of an alien race where females impregnated females via rubbing against them
+i adopted two new kittens

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maybe we can find some mountie souvenirs in toronto today. holls is gonna take me to the gay neighborhood eee! meanwhile, i'm re-reading mountie smut. and again! shit. chris will be here in half an hour and i've not eaten. i have to get dressed!

p.s. the cutest baby in the universe drooled on my shoulder. that doesn't make the drool feel any nicer, though.

i dunno

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.