I knew I was in a Toronto heatwave when K-Os sprayed me with a water gun yesterday. I am waiting for Julie to wake up. I live in an attic. I am tired of complaining about my life and complaining about complaining about my life. I want to find new creative outlets rather than just shopping at Value Village. I am reading three books: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Ishmael, and Oryx and Crake. I got dumped in an email two weeks ago but only read it one week ago. I am not doing so hawt.