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. .

It's devastating how bored I am at work right now. WWW doesn't do it for me anymore (well at least for today), yet I feel that without it I'm lost. The door is open and I keep hearing a mythical jungle man and his signature call. Was Tarzan mythical? Where is said Tarzan and why is he in the exchange district? I wonder if he's just wearing a loincloth.

Tomorrow I'm going to see MIA, perhaps I will take pictures. Perhaps.

Church of the future.

Biased Shmiased.

Cupcake extravaganza part II avec cousin Che. These ones were white vanilla cupcakes with strawberry cream icing, some of them had almonds on it. Tons of fun baking and making a pseudo cooking show complete with commentary. (I'll leave that one out.) Always a good time with Cheryl. Being a full time recluse seems to be much more fun.

sugar & whitebread

I made chocolate cupcakes and took pictures.Yum yum in my tum. I also managed to break my moms mixer mid cream. Way to go Kimbo, but it seems to be working now. Look at these babies!