happy?

Things seem to be going well. . . I've been looking for a place to move to since my lease is up in August, and I decided that I wanted to live on the Danforth around Chester or Pape station.  My search commenced, I looked at a couple places, and before I could make up my mind at all about them, POOF! they were snatched up by someone else. Hmmm. I see the housing market moves fast around this Danforth place. Anyway, today I looked at one more place which the owner had been slow in getting back to me about, and... I don't want to get too excited before it's all wrapped up/I move in and discover the fatal flaw, but I am very pleased with it so far. It is much bigger than the other two places I looked at, for the same price, and furthermore is nicer. They just put in new flooring, the cabinets are new, they're replacing the carpet... no old-people carpet for me! I've realized I actually dislike carpet. Probably because I shed so much and also because I despise vacuuming.  The moral of the story is I need to go to the bank tomorrow and get those people some money, so the other prospective tenants bugger off. Do wish me luck. I'll be very happy to get this tied up.

My lovely Jocelyne came to visit me today and we had a wonderful long date. Jumped on the trampoline (told off tonight via paper slipped under the door from one of the girls upstairs... you're going to put up a tramp in the backyard, not use it, and be offended when someone takes advantage of it? Nigga please, as Yunior and Evan would both say.), picked raspberries from the bush, visited Vic College, had two crêpes each on Queen St (I do recommend Café Crêpe) and went down to see the colours change on the CN Tower. We finally walked down to the harbourfront and admired the marina and some crazy slopey dock - pictures will follow.

Other fun stuff in my life has included bird-sitting a cute Quaker parrot named Harry for Ryan and Teresa (I think he's still alive... at least, Teresa hasn't contacted me reporting his death) and playing with the lemurs at the Peterborough zoo. Reub was kind enough to pick me up from Yorkdale last Saturday and take me home with him, where we made delicious chili before checking out the lemurs/large frogs/mini-train ride/snakes at the zoo, gorging on pub food and trying not to fall asleep at the Dears concert, which was good, just very late. I'm also doing my best to plow through a few books, but now I'm up against completing War and Peace and those last few hundred pages are going to take me awhile unless I really gun it.  Actually, I went to the Toronto Reference Library today to take out some more books but as I learned, you can't actually take out the ones in the stacks. I guess that's why it's called the "reference" library. USELESS!! Oh I know, you can take stuff out from the browsery, but by the time I was refused my books it was too late and I had to meet Joce at Union.

All the useless information on the TTC going home tonight was about Michael Jackson's funeral. All of it. I've already started complaining about the calibre of the news on those stupid tv's, but this was impressive. I did like the bit about his golden coffin, but the quote they published from Nelson Mandela was not worthy of him. Something about him being the King of Pop. Reeeally...

Right, so I mentioned the death of Sammy in the previous post. He's been replaced by what looks like an identical twin, but without the tattoo. I managed to walk out of the Apple store without paying, so we'll see how long that lasts for. People either react to that piece of news like "sweet!" or "what, you're not going to give it back?".  Give it back, my ass... once again: "Nigga please!".  (Please don't consider that a racial slur, I'm just quoting from literature. That doesn't count, right?)

Well, time for bed, thanks for reading, chers Amit et Will. To the latter of you, I will see you very soon. Ohhhh.... yes.