bugh.

I'm a fucking lone wolf over here.

I am boooored. Soooo bored.

I complain that I want a day off, and I finally get one and boom. I realize I may as well be working because fuck if I have a life. I could have been in Toronto today, but no. You know, I make every effort to travel down there, spend my like, one day off a week travelling on the go, the subway, the streetcar, walking to classes, paying for everything. And then I come home alone and do all that travel again pluuus the bus. And it blows. I want to be in Toronto. I want to be the one to be able to say, "well why don't you come and sleep over on Wednesday and then you can go home friday morning?"

Fuuuuuck this shit.