broken social scene

sometimes i forget why i work open-close for almost 3 days straight, give up my weekends, give up the precious lounge time with my boyfriend, give up the endless blogging and photo taking i do when there is nothing else to do... and then i quickly get reminded why i love what i do and where i do it;



yup, that's my manager, my poor sick and helpless manager


fun life, i'm really blonde again, and i'm heading to my apt to house the mongos/50 lions for the next couple of days, late night chats, tourist shit, and home cook meals where we come


xo