There is a man who comes into the store every so often, asking to do the windows for ten dollars, but Mike is never around. He's even bought a pad of manual receipts to give out. Today I told him to come by on Canada day. He pulled out his pad of receipts and attempted at writing something out, when he asked me how to spell Canada. I'm pretty sure he was borderline illiterate. I secretly watched as he struggled at forming the letter 'd'. I guess I'm naive, but I can't believe there are people out there who can't read. This upsets me.

holograms and gay men on scooters.

Some crappy pictures of the MIA concert, (that does not justify how much fun it was), and a dazzling french man I met in the exchange today. Look at those killer legs. .