Apparently I have lar.. laryn... laryngitis (sp?!)... Well, I can't talk, let's put it that way! Which is grrreat at work when you go to answer the phone and all that comes out is a squeak. I'm like the perfect woman now, haha! What's up wit' me... Went shoe shopping at Wal-Mart (I'm ghetto, can I help it if I like cheap flipflops?!) and I'm just gonna mope for the rest of the night. One of the girls that I work with at the Bay (Tukta) and I went down to the Pride Parade on Sunday, it was sooooooo much fun, I had a ball! Every single person there was in a good mood, which is amazing considered it reached 39 degrees and jammed together around me was an amputee in a wheelchair, a family with small children, a Japanese tour group and an older gay man. Pretty awesome. My pictures turned out GREAT and I can't wait to see Tukta's! I am going to go every single year, I have a new tradition. I've heard so many people saying how disgusting it is that they're parading around Toronto in leather spiked g-strings and how should they have privileges over hetero people and how vulgar and crude... I couldn't disagree more. First of all, every single parade in Toronto is dominantly "straight", from the Christmas parade down to the Easter parade. Even though I'm not gay, I could not possibly have had more fun. It's not necessarily Gay Pride, it's pride of diversity. And thus ends my rant.
I'll Just Keep On Dreaming
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid!"
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We'll fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
-Guillaume Apollinaire

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