equal amounts Coca-Cola and shitty shiraz

So, tomorrow I move, and it's the first time I've lived anywhere where the lease is in my name, like a proper grown person. It's kind of a big deal. I am celebrating with a bottle of shiraz that I suspect has been corked, but I'm not a wine expert and am drinking it anyway. Drinking it suspiciously, anyway. The wine tastes so suspicious that I refuse to mix it with my little glass bottle of Coca-Cola, which was originally the plan for the patio. Best not to taint the glass bottle cola. Mmmff!

The only downside of the new place is that it doesn't have a big patio with trees and downtown in the distant background. I will instead have a window with a view of downtown in the immediate foreground and a ficus in front of that window.



The new apartment will have an equal amount of Coca-Cola and shitty shiraz.

The new place is also slightly closer to work (maybe, I haven't done the requisite TTC experiment yet) which is good because, as some of you might have noticed, I have become a slight workaholic. I'm one of those people who just ramble on about work after work like there's no tomorrow. I'm sorry. I like it and it's on my mind and I want to do good.

There's also a boy, which is nice. And it's actually nice because this particular boy says adorable things like you look like a fashion model and let's watch the X-Files and then make out and also he packs me lunches and has green eyes and a beard. I like all of those things. Especially beards.

And, um, in the interest of being topical, I leave you with "Rod's Dilemma," a musical number by the cast of the best thing I've ever seen, Avenue Q, which Easy managed to score 3rd row centre tickets for. Avenue Q was outstanding. But it's over now, suckers. My Toronto theatre reccomendation for next week is Soulpepper's The Real Inspector Hound. It's only my third favourite play ever written.