Chalkfarm Drive isn’t the most “desirable” of Toronto locales, but my friends Raissa and Adam live up there so I decided it would be a nice safe night to walk around the neighbourhood eat some eats, then walk back flaunting my expensive Camera equipment.
But nobody stepped to test my merit; if you don’t start none there won’t be none. Respect.
I am terrible at calling people. In fact, I hardly ever do it.
I will have to be extremely compelled to raise my hand to even begin to start dialling; it’s apathy at it’s finest.
I am elated that I will be spending Easter weekend, in it’s entirety, in Ottawa. But I have to hope that the Easter bunny will be able to find me so he can bring me easter presents. I wonder if Jesus knew there was a rabbit laying eggs on *his weekend*.
I don’t understand why people bother to feed squirrels, they are rodents that live in our trees. If we saw someone with their gigantic pet New York rat, feeding it some bread crumbs, peanuts, and trying to get it to come closer, people would look at me like I was crazy.
If *The Great Outdoors* taught me anything, it’s that nature is our enemy.
Claire seems to be pretty understanding (mostly) of the people around her, or so she claims. Let’s see if she’s understanding of my need to diptych these images.