You really shouldn't bother reading this...

There's a heap to get off our chest. Also, the keyboard's gone a bit wonky, so there may be some typos. Also also, there has been alcohol consumption...

Today we roamed the streets of Montreal with the Mad Artist herself, who decided after being back for only a few short weeks to turn around and head off to Laurentians. THANKS for leaving us to deal with the crazy tourists and summer drama. OH WELL.

we will greatly miss our roaming sessions, which always seem to yeild interesting results. There's nothing quite like being greated by someone who mimes "MY VAGINA IS BLEEDING" in the middle of De Maisonneuve to brighten up your day. It's nothing if not impressive. EQUALLY amusing is walking into a pharmacy and loudly discussing the multitude of feminine-hygiene product options, effectively scaring away all the boys in that aisle... of which there were surprisingly many. Tampon-shopping just won't be as much fun the next time we go, since we will have no one to laugh with as we run down the aisle, waving a tampax box above our heads and shouting "WOOT WOOT".

Side note - "Feminine hygiene"? What an ugly term. As if women are especially dirty, in need of special care. Like boys aren't just as gross - just ask about the "Condom/Laundry" story.




You know when you eat too much and then you have a food baby where your stomach used to be? Have you ever eaten so much that your food baby started to grow its own food baby, and then you started to worry that you were going to start popping out food-baby-pregnant food babies? No?



Eli.