It's true. I really am a slut

I scored 32½% on the classic 400 Point Purity Test!

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the freaks come out at night

My fantasy of spending the day sitting in front of the computer in a bathrobe were dashed by a frantic call from the real estate agent. Some necessary document has been forgotten -- completely our fault, it had been left in a big pile o' paper with all the other forms we have had to fill out in the last week, and we just simply forgot it.

So dashed up to the subway to get the_axel's signature, then over to the real estate office to drop it off and home again. Mission completed.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now the proud owners of a scruffy little house in one of the scruffier areas of Toronto. There are tunes on the stereo, cold beer in the fridge and crash space for the legless. You might want to keep your shoes on until we finish knocking over walls, however.

And the walking was bloody lovely. It's mild and sunny out here and the streets are full of people actually walking instead of driving or huddling in cabs. I saw colours. And faces instead of scarves. People were actually smiling. In Toronto. I shit you not.

OK, question for those other people who out there who also grew up completely in the city. How old were you before you found out that snow really is supposed to be white?

One noteworthy observation. The local rep theatre is showing a sing-a-long version of West Side Story. This is only slightly less boggling than the fact that there was a line-up for it.

Now that my running around is done, I have a couple of hours to enjoy a barley-pop or three and noodle on the computer. Well, in my case noodling means doing the CanGoth updates, but hey, you relax your way, I'll relax mine.

Then it's off to Pauper's to meet up with that slut, the_fury with intent to pour beer down his neck in celebration of another year of survival.

Life is Fine, my friends. Life is indeed very very Fine.