riding the subway to and from scarborough every day.

it's amazing, except in that sucks-amazing kind of way. up at 6:15, make coffee, eat breakfast, check email, shower, lather, rinse, repeat. shampoo life, losing my mind...

the neat thing about traveling back into the city, and i mean minimally neat since there's a lot of humidity and other people's armpit stink betwixt me and home, is that most of the loud/obnoxious children get off at victoria park station. okay, that was just yesterday when a six year old squeezed past me to look out the window at the black subway walls, to talk to her mom across me, and then squeeze back out- all while staring at me because i am a complete anomaly. like, whoa.

i hate everything about my life today. i hate my job, i hate the people that i love, i hate the weather, i hate not being on vacation... and i hate myself for feeling like kurt cobain.

i'm not even gonna get into the liking of guys part of things because, quite possibly, my head will explode into tiny bits, then you can wipe up the brains with Spishak all-purpose cleaner.

oh, you wanted to be inspired by a blog post today? the virgin mary eating cherries while sitting on santa's lap- go make a painting of that. inspiration provided, thank you and good night.