eatnorthamerica

Apparently Heathrow’s “secure storage area” is at the bottom of the fucking Atlantic.

Yeah, that’s what a snowboard looks like after BA take TWO fucking weeks to deliver half your baggage. It was fricking pristine before! Hell, there’s so much rust even the bag has rust on it.All my clothes were damp, and a couple of items were starting to show signs of mildew.THANKS A LOT, BRITISH AIRWAYS, YOU ASSHOLES

I haven’t been doing much that’s exciting because of the commute and shit, so whatever.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/75172179@N00/tags/canada/ for the rest of my canadian-tagged photos. anything marked distillery is in/around the area where I work.

This is the first and last time I’m trying Kool-Aid; you will see why:

so the blurb on it goes something like “MAGIC KOOL AID! WATCH THE MAGICAL KOOL AID POWDER CHANGE COLOUR MAGICALLY!”

It’s green.

When you add water to it, it produces a green liquid.

It tastes foul. No, it tastes exactly how it looks, which is vile. Tomorrow I’m painting my new room magnolia, what fun!

so here I am, huddled up with my huskies as the cold arctic winds rip at my igloo. the wind whistles through the gelid chinks. Over my face I feel the frost spread like craquelure. Night falls. We freeze.

it’s always a little odd when you’re in a foreign country. strange thoughts cycle through your head where the fuck is my fucking baggage and fuck it’s cold

and fuck it’s cold because my winter coat is in my fucking baggage that fucking british airways delayed.

anyway, I’m in Toronto now! I’ll provide pictures when I don’t have to commute for hours every day, thanks.

- it’s cold

- it’s “the warmest winter we’ve had for ages”

- people are really friendly

- everything is cheap as shit!

- my office looks pimp

- my colleagues are really nice (so far I don’t feel inclined to kill anyone yet)

this is totally a token entry. I’m too tired to do anything because I have to commute at and FOR ungodly hours of the day. I’ve been getting to work at 8.45 am, if you can believe that (and you shouldn’t! although it’s true). what can I say, I’ll never be a morning person.

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I OOZE WITH PRIDE. I have the biggest backache in the world, but we must all suffer for our art.

oh yeah also I’m flying to Toronto tomorrow morning at 1150 24hBritishtime. I arrive at 1445 24hCanadiantime. THEN I’m going to initiate the process of eating north america! Baton Rouge, baby!