Sunday, April 12, 2009


Last night, I was too drunk to drive so I went to a house that's like 100 years old to sleep. I've decided for sure that I want to be in a place that old when I come back and look for somewhere to live. Places like that were something I loved about being in Ontario when I went there in 2002. I don't think I can come home from Europe feeling like living in another new build.

1 comment:

  1. i refuse to live in a new building, and will likely veto anything post-1950 on principle. so if we decide to be roommates, we're at least on the same page.