don't forget your bra

this is a quick little story of glory :):)

i used to live in kingston, a town of about 150,000 or something people between ottawa and toronto (right on lake ontario), and it is actually kind of nice. i probably never would have said that in my five years living there.

anyways, leaving the city was a difficult and arduous process. i had to pack up and move out of my house (and i only had one arm to help me do this because i was still recovering from shoulder surgery) and squat at a friend, tim's house before i actually left the city. it was busy and hectic but the least of my worries at the time.

anywayyyyss...in all the mess of leaving town, i forgot a lot of things at tim's. many of which i didnt realize that i had left there. i arrived back in vancouver and noticed that i had left my vest and my towel at tim's. alas...both things i can live without i guess. as my time in vancouver passed, i noticed more and more things that i had 'misplaced.' it never occured to me that these things would be at tim's.

while i was in vancouver being flakey...

Tim: Hey Alex (his girlfriend), i put some of the stuff you left here (his house) in that box.
Alex: Sweet.
Tim: Oh, and your bra is over there.
Alex: That's not my bra.

I like Kingston.