This guy came into my store yesterday. A little unsettling, yes.
Tomorrow marks the would-be Saturday of my ‘weekend’, which will be mostly filled with catching up on sleep. Ah, the life of a shift-working part-timer. How depressing. You know, to those types who still have emotions. I saw an article (in the Toronto Sun; regardless, it was an article) criticizing how people don’t kiss in public nearly as much as they used to anymore. Is anyone else actually kind of happy about this?