Wednesday afternoon- putting drywall on ceiling & chipping off flooring @ 222. Girl talk is perfect for work music, pumps you up like there’s no tomorrow.
According to FuBay, I am Generation 1.5 Canadian, thanks to my Asian roots and cross-ocean move back in puberty. There’s thousands of us everywhere.
Michelle and I tried to catch some luke-warm sun, on the dry patches by the viaduct. We sipped on some amazing coffee by Brixton’s 3-eye barista. Extra blue sky. There’s still grass in my hair.1 note