yip yip yippee I'm coming home...!

Home, to the land of much busy-ness and shiny-ness, where the people move quickly, speak English and charge no provincial sales tax. Where the margarine is yellow, the cheddar cheese is orange, the land is flat, the seasons unidentifiable, my friends await, and where my family will congregate for Christmas.

Also, where I am homeless and dependent on charity. Car-less, bed-less, money-less. Heh.
I'll be home for Christmas, don't you know...  | ¶ 7:59 a.m.