YOU STUCK OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB, MOST BEAUTIFUL SORE THUMB I'D EVER SEEN

I like running with the nike boys. they really take to the streets like a box full of kittens to a catnip curtain. This morning as we took over the sidewalks and assaulted traffic I noticed how wicked cool they all looked dressed identical - from the nike hats to the nike gloves down to their toes - we luv deeeze boyz...and me boppin along in the middle dressed in my standard red and black. Totally looked like I had my own personal entourage of bodyguards :)

The run was pretty fantastic and well needed since I kind of OD'd on cupcakes the night before at a cupcake bday party.

Post run, I headed to bloor to run some errands. As I bopped along with my pretentious espresso bar soy cappuccino and cobs baguette and scones I watched as an old man fed the pigeons. I thought about telling him he shouldn't do that (b/c it teaches them to eat human food and then they start eating garbage which is obviously bad for their bodies and then they poop and it gets into our water and contaminates it and it's just one big vicious cycle - not to mention it teaches many birds that should migrate naturally, to stay put b/c there is 'free' food here, but that's a whole other issue).
I didn't say anything. I'll save the world tomorrow by ordering organic fair trade bird friendly coffee instead.

RACE YOU TO THE LAKE!