december 1, and the first of the departures.

the room was empty and echo-ey for mere hours and then suddenly there was a new roomie, all bleached blonde hair and snapping gum and those god-awful jeans with patchworked acid-washed pieces.

i repeated to myself, "thou shalt not be judgemental" and went in to have a conversation.

narcissa: no, i'm not from Nova Scotia, I'm actually from near Toronto.

bleached blonde: Toronto! Ohmigod! Have you ever been to Electric Circus??!!?!?

N: [trying not to show revulsion] Well... no. I mean, I've walked by, but usually i try to avoid the screaming whores *cough* i mean hordes.

BB: Wow... Electric Circus. That's, like, totally my goal when I get to Toronto.

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there are soulmates, and there are buddies, and then there are people who make you question the future of the human race.

10:44 a.m. - 2002-12-03