Maybe I'm spending too much time listening to old songs on the radio and reading books on communal living and hippie theory, but I swear I'm going to loose it if I have to spend another month in this death trap — now, don't get me wrong, as cities go, Toronto is a wonderful place… But as I get older I know that I have to move on from here to a place that I can really live.
Now we just need a name for our farm (well, we have a lot more than that to do, but you know what I mean). Part of me wants to call it New Toronto, but in all emohonestly it's hard for me to think about without getting all choked up.
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… crybaby. :)
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