I want to confess how I feel about working in customer service. It really fucking drains me.
I enjoy inserting needles directly into my clitoris. Am I potentially causing permanent nerve damage?
 

Canadian tuxedo in the Friday sunshine

We crossed Howe street from opposite sides around 2pm on Friday the 25th. You were tall with brown hair, wearing a jean jacket and jeans walking with another man. I was the red-head with the leopard print coat. I went back to work and told my colleagues that I just saw a very handsome man. I wish I was cool enough to have given you a better smile.
When: 
2013-01-25 00:00:00
Where: 
Hastings and Howe
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