
This morning my roommate's kooky parents came for a visit; I hid in my room and took self-indulgent Photobooth pics to kill time until they left. I can see why this is so addictive. So cheesy, it almost feels wrong!
Then I went for the most sun-drenched run all around the neighborhood wearing orange african-print stretch pants.
My close friend of 10 years who I also own my shop with and I are getting matching tattoos of a quote we have been repeating to each other since we met: "I love it when you love". It's evolved over the years to "I Lyle Lovett when you love". So yeah. And a bike courier that we know who tattoos out of his East Van house (yes, he uses an autoclave) is going to do it for us. Yay!
I am currently knee-deep in a box of old Playboys from the sixties. My roommate rules.
How are you kids? I'm off to hop of my bike and zip off into more sunshine; I hope your saturdays are treating you as kindly as mine is.