On Canada Day Steph and I walked around.
by static416
We went down Richmond St, up Spadina and I got some Pho, then down to the Waterfront. By the time it started getting dark we were sitting in a park near the ferry to Toronto Island drinking wine out of transparent water bottles (sneaky) and talking about how I’m basically a hater of people of every description.
Friday I did pretty much nothing.
by static416
Actually I did pretty much nothing for the entire weekend, but the height of my day Friday was walking over to Sobey’s and getting the required materials to produce the pizza that I eat almost exclusively now. It’s awesome pizza. It’s got everything you need for a balanced diet. Bread, tomato sauce, onions, provolone cheese, and prosciutto. It’s in the Canadian food guide…. look it up.
Sunday came around and I realized I didn’t have much for the Photos of the Week thing, so I went for a bit of a walkabout before Emma came over.
by static416
This building is weird. People actually live in it. There are multiple apartments in there. It would be an eyesore if it wasn’t so weird as to actually be intriguing. I really want to go inside and have a look around, I mean how do you furnish a place like that? I couldn’t find too much info on One Sumach Street online, only this.
After that I broke into the West Don Lands construction site.
by static416
I suppose “found a large hole in the barrier and walked in” would be a more accurate, though less dramatic description.
It’s pretty neat, lots of dirt and broken stuff.
by static416
I was constantly worried about injuring myself. Not because it’s a dangerous area. But because I’m a klutz and frequently manage to hurt myself in odd situations. Like when I pulled a concrete block out of a tree using a rope and it landed on my head. Or when I sprained my wrist after wiping out on skies in a parking lot. Or when I rolled my truck on an empty road in nice weather. Or when I sprained my knee while standing (just standing) on a snowboard for the first time. Or when I fell down a flight of stairs at Steph’s katimavik house immediately after being told to “watch out, the stairs are slippery”.
So I’m special. Special like this plant. A point of brilliance and beauty straining to grow in a desert of stifling ignorance and hatred.
by static416
Then again it could just be a weed.
Or when I sprained my wrist after wiping out on skies in a parking lot. Or when I rolled my truck on an empty road in nice weather. Or when I sprained my knee while standing (just standing) on a snowboard for the first time. <–I need to hear all these stories.
By: Emma on July 7, 2008
at 9:49 am
“By the time it started getting dark we were sitting in a park near the ferry to Toronto Island drinking wine out of transparent water bottles (sneaky) and talking about how I’m basically a hater of people of every description.”
Not people of every description, but mainly fat people, and women, and fat women.
By: Steph on July 7, 2008
at 8:55 pm
I don’t know Emma, I don’t want to lose the impression you have of me as a smooth and relatively flawless person.
And Steph, that is not true! I don’t hate ALL women. I happen to like attractive women very much. But wait.. that makes me look like more of a dick. I’ll show off my loving side by hating on some popularly-hated groups in the next post. Religion and government.
By: laconicreply on July 7, 2008
at 10:10 pm
I love me the BBW’s.
By: laconicreply on July 7, 2008
at 10:10 pm
you could be a special weed. hehe
By: elijahspeaks on July 8, 2008
at 1:46 pm