Oh, internet.
I have missed you so. It seems like it’s been much longer.
“I’m beautiful because I love you!”
“No, you’re beautiful because I love you!”
“Are you saying love has blinded you?”
Unfortunately, this is just a brief tryst. I’m over at Alex’s; he’s being very patient.

The new apartment is great, if internet-free. Alex posted some pictures of the highlights. It’s a little neater now.
(Also, bonus photo of me doing my best Alex impression.)

Last weekend, Rachel came, and we walked her off her feet and fed her pomegranate margaritas.

This weekend has also been one for the ages.
Yesterday, we breakfasted at Boom (top breakfastry), walked from my house to Bloor and Jane by way of Queen West and High Park, went to see the Decemberists (oh, man, they put on a great show — they actually got the whole crowd to crouch down at one point), then met up with Dave.
Today, we slept in, watched some Tommy, then had falafels and bought an egg poacher.
Oh, and saw Star Wars. So many wipes.