voile

Without car, I have been taking public transit. Yesterday I watched a man shove his finger up his nose, and keep it there, fishing it around this way and thataway in each nostril, between King and Wellesley. I am a staunch supporter of "personal space", even more so now, having sat down in a seat, and turning only to find a jean-clad crotch practically at eye level.

But the Goth-Mobile is back home now, a little worse for wear, a few more war wounds, that much closer to the infamous "Beater" catagory, than ever before.

Went to a "Rave" Sunday night. In Toronto, these are primarily comprised of three-foot tall Asians, who are all, at least, in their thirties. Although one would never be able to tell this without asking one of them. And I say this with the utmost respect. Anyway, myself, measuring in at a lofty 6'1", well, you can imagine that for yourself. It was amusing to say the least.

Have many vacation pics. Post later. Also catch up with everyone later.