request for friendly advice.

oh, hello.

creepy ex boyfriend (of leather shorts in montreal sex clubs and restraints in his posh market condo and meetings at chez lucien) has requested to add me as a facebook friend.

should i comply?

we have not had contact since i left o-town.

as i write this, i realize the answer is not only to deny his friend request, but also to block him, due to his inherent creepiess and exessive grossness.

thank god for the outlet that is this ever-open channel to you.

in other news, the beloved bulldog (who, by the way, was only joking about having drank my precious, chilling quart) and i have just returned from the food and wine fest. it is, in fact, a tackiness and sweat fest. which i proceeded to get pleasantly drunky at (free tickets and one million drink coupons from work, you see).

the moral of this story is to enjoy your hipsters. this place is devoid of hip. seriously. it's worse than northern ontario and it's making me stylisticly lazy.

your friend in sweat pants and dated heels,
spanky thousandaire