Oh man, I just checked my chequing (that's how we spell it in Canada) account balance and it's frightening how little money I have. And to make matters worse, Amnesty International is going to take 11 dollars out of there in a few weeks, that's 11 dollars that I simply cannot spare, and they've been doing it for over a year now. I don't even fully know what Amnesty International is, I just stared at the beautiful face of the canvaser as he yammered on about human rights or something and then blindly wrote him a cheque as drool hung out of my mouth. That's how those charities reel you in, dreamy canvassers. Nobody ever stops to talk to the obnoxious ones who ask you to hang out a while and be their friends, because people hate that shit. But all the ladies will stop for the shaggy haired, soft-voiced dreamboat with the pale blue eyes and effortlessly striking grin that shows off his perfect teeth that probably never needed any painful and embarrassing orthodontic work...Anyways, all I really want to do is process the negatives from my trip. And have enough money to get into the CNE this weekend and eat all of the heart-clogging carnival food.
1 comment:
How about you ask you mom for some cash. I bet she's really cool and won't mind.
Josephine
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