so, i’ve decided to get the fuck over any wierdness associated with coming home, and everything that stands for. maybe it’s the sun or the insane amount of working accompanied by days off full of roadtrips to tiny ontario towns to drink beer and light off fireworks, smoke joints in the living rooms of people i’ve never met and barbecue portobello mushrooms with people i’ve known for a hundred years, but my opinion of a hometown summer is moving up in the world. Even though almost everyone i know has escaped to their various university haunts for the next 4 months, there’s nothing wrong with summer in the city. and it means i have my fair share of places to visit with couches waiting for me with open arms. but today, i’ve elected to stay where i am and read vogue in the sun, furthering my obsession with all things coco rocha, irina lazareanu, natalia vodianova and sienna miller, and creating a newfound desire to sleep over in the brand-new tom ford store in silk pajamas and his monogrammed slippers.  if i spend my entire summer drinking iced americanos and reading vogue, nylon and books from the sixties in a white dress and bare feet, i will have no complaints. also, getting to see awesome theatre productions like ‘goblin market‘ at the equity theatre  [  http://www.experienceto.com/theatre/printer_goblin-market.shtml ] makes a summer worth having. tonight: patio-ing somewhere in the city. mmmm summa!