And, I hate it.

Now that's untrue... I'm just hating. My neighbourhood is a cocktail of spectacular spectacles akin to a fashionista's fabulous circus. Stilt walkers juggling fire while gogo dancers shake what their mommas gave them on cynlidrical platforms at the Gardiner Ceramic Museum. While simultaneously U of T's Frosh week comes to a close with initiations and humilations.

Fumbling fashionista wanna bes clug around in hideous cork wedges shooting pained glances at girls like me who can a)walk in heels and b)look good in tight pants.

The haters are out in full form and I will be joining them. On the rock on cumberland with a latte and a box of wine. Unfortunatly, the sunglasses, they aren't gucci, they are $10 jobbies.

But, they look
FABULOUS!