‘Fleidh agus failte’ to the lurvely .

Forged in the West Coast, tempered in the snowy badlands of Toronto, his bravery was proven when he moved in with me earlier this year, to suffer as my roommate. I have exposed him to horrid visions of my Yahoo Serious hair at 6am, my drunk-in-undies-hunting-for-snacks visage at 3am, the papered-with-graphic-novels death trap that is my apartment, and an extremely gaseous cat who likes to pee in his laundry pile. He hasn’t caved and moved out onto the street yet. In fact, he still brings me Kinder Eggs and other assorted bits of chocolate from time to time.

Consider this to be high praise, and a commendation to go read his lengthy but informative first entry, re: the Mathom party.