How do those relate? Those are my incentives to come back to my parents place. I'm so upset about having to move. I don't think anyone can fully comprehend how much I love Toronto and how much it's killing me to leave. Everything is down here. My career, my culture, my god damned blue banana..., my friends. Back home I'm the weird one because I'm one of those "Artsy Folk". Yesterday I got bored so I wandered around Kensington Market and went out for dinner in Little portugal and I was half tempted to find some new fabrics down in the Fashion District. To re-enact that in hicvkille I would have to bum around the upper canada mall, eat at some dirty mom and pop bakery in bradford and drive to walmart so i can hit the craft section. Where is the poetry in that?! ...And there are large carnivorous dogs in the walking trails...
But anyway my family is there, my dog is there and when I find an appartment I'm getting a fish and keeping him in a specially rigged blender and his name will be francois the angry german.
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