she made a wreck outta me

there's love in the air (but I'm on the ground)

today is a bright, hot, windy day. in a few minutes i guess i will go back outside. but first i write an entry because i'm lame like that. i walked back from the greyhound station on dundas when kendra had got on her bus to go to london and when i was walking up bathurst i saw a funeral party and i felt tempted to ask them who died, but i didn't. my eyes are itchy. the cat just jumped into the sink and i don't know what she is trying to do. i guess tonight i'll go to ladyfest.