This is what happens on rainy nights in your pajamas while drinking boiled murky water because there are don't-drink-the-water warnings from too much rain all over the city.

Even so, this journal is kind of sham. It was mostly born of a keen desire to make unofficial friendships official. I live for the steadfast confirmation of internet promises.

And the gang's still here.

Current Mood: irate
Current Music: Broken Social Scene- I Slept with Bonhomme at the CBC