All of your guesses on my previous post were marvelous.
But I'm not shaving my head. Or getting a sex change. And I'm not pregnant.
I am employed, my friends.
It's been so long, it sounds like a foreign word. Freelance writing never felt like true employment.
I'll still continue interning at the radio station, but part-time I shall change hats and become someone who provides a service for a monetary fee.
Eek. That was badly worded. I'm not a prostitute.
On another note...
I am also moving.
As of June 1st, I may be saying bye-bye to my Parkdalien status.
But then again, maybe not.
We have no clue where we'll be moving.
Perhaps to Roncesvalles so we can be nearer to the InterSteer, as shown in these accompanying pictures?
Or maybe nearer to the radio station, so we can walk to work and get a bit of some new-fangled craze called "ex-er-cise"?
Or to the beaches, cuz... uh... I likes me some beaches?
Wontcha be my neighbour?