When I'm not journaling in obscurity, I'm flirting with disaster, missing planes and planning adventures. I've just moved back to Canada from London (UK), where I developed unsavoury habits like looking left before crossing the street, holding my fork curved down, and asking for the 'loo'. Follow me as I fumble my way to familiarity in my new home – Toronto . I promise won't spare you the gritty city details.
11 comments:
Dude how much is your rent?
Slip some monopoly money in there and see if they notice.
sid - Next month, the update will be similar, but instead of purple money, there'll be a photo of my kidney on ice.
Wes - Unfortunately, my landlord is my roommate, and ANNOYINGLY, I like him.
yikes. i counted. that number is way too high. hopefully the security deposit was the same price as the rent? lol
I can't wait for the kidney photo?
What?
I'm into that kind of stuff.
I would have asked my landlord to at least dance while I tucked all that rent in his pants.
My last comment makes no sense because I can't seem to figure out punctuation.
??,!
pistols at dawn - But isn't paying that much for rent kinda like getting !$@#ed anyway?
surviving myself - Oh come now. It makes sense – just on the same level as "banana's". And THAT is recognized worldwide.
Um... don't they have checking accounts in merry ol'?
Only for people with National Insurance numbers and their names on utility bills for at least 3 months and...
Ah. Chicken, meet egg. Egg, Mr. Chicken.
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