Come Winter

1:40 a.m. start

So... I can't sleep, and I'm just sitting here on my computer taking in some Drake songs. Right now I'm listening to 'Come Winter' which Drake dedicates to Canada at the beginning of the song, and basically the song is about Canadian girls and how they will love you, and give you love in the winter, but once summer comes... you'll probably never here from them again... or at least until next winter.

At first I was a little offended that Drake would dedicate such a song to Canada... but as I was taking in the lyrics and the story/point he is trying to prove, I realized ... It's so true. Hell I do it too.

Think about it, ladies and gentlemen, winter is cold; when it's cold we like to stay warm. And how better to stay warm then to have a sweeties arms wrapped around you holding you tight? I can't think of many better ways then that.

Winter is naturally a romantic season. The Holidays and the weather, together, bring people closer together; emotionally, mentally, and physically. It's not only the season of giving, but the season of taking too. And you shouldn't feel guilty about it.

So Drake has a point. Although it isn't only women who feel the need to be free during the summer, men don't usually like to be tied down during the hot days of the summer season either. Seeing as how they are surrounded by exposed female bodies. And the combination of the heat and all the skin can drive some men wild ... I've seen it happen.

To my point ... Summer is hot, sticky, sweaty, smelly even. Not the cutest combination of things. I, personally, would not want a snuggle in the heat with a dude who is hot, sticky, sweaty, and smelly. I think most would agree.

Is that wrong?
I think not!

2:10 a.m. finish

Thoughts @ 4a.m.

Sleep.

there isn't really anything else to think about at 4:03a.m.

Goodnight... Goodmorning

Sleep.

TTC vs. My own car

I've been taking the TTC for just over 7 years straight now, and I've got to say, I'm just not ready to give it up. Call me crazy! But that is just the way my mind is working right now.

Yes, I can admit that there are times, when I'm late for work and I'm waiting for the bus, or when someone steps on my foot, or when you're really tired and there are no seats, oh and also those times in the summer when it's really hot and everyone is crowded and cranky and smelly... it's times like those that make me wish I would just stop being so stubborn and go out and get my G1 and start my life on the road as a free woman.

The honest truth is though, that I don't want to be a free woman yet. I feel like I just don't need to make that step in my life yet. Don't get it twisted, I love to drive. I drove for the first time when I was five or six in my Daddy's lap.

I love the feeling of driving. But... I've spent so many years taking the TTC that I don't think I'm ready to really say goodbye yet. I feel a certain commitment to it.

Things just aren't the same when you drive; You don't get to meet new people, and see strange things, you don't have to concentrate, or steer. You just get to travel along until you reach your desired destination.

I can feel that time creeping up fast though. Actually, I promised my Dad that I would read-up this week and go for my test next week. Excited? Not really. Confident? No where near. Gotta do it? Yup.

Oh boy.

Needy giving to the Needier and the Greedy keeping whatever they can.

Today, I went downtown with a friend of mine, Ty, and we were waiting for another friend of mine to meet up with us, so we stopped to watch a man, needing money, draw a chalk portrait of Michael Jackson along the sidewalk. (which was beautiful)

As we were standing there, watching and waiting, a homeless man, empty cup in-hand, went around asking for some loose change; and of course no one had any, or they just weren't willing to spare a cent or two.

Eventually someone dropped a couple coins in the mans cup, and without hesitation, the man went over to the portrait-drawers coin bucket and dropped his change in, and then continued on down Queen St.

Myself and Ty both saw what this man did, and immediately we both started searching through our purses for any loose change to give the generous homeless man, but coming up with nothing but a couple of pennies and some lint.

I was touched by what that man did today. At the same time, I felt very ashamed. It took, me seeing that one homeless man giving his change to another man in need, for me to even think to look into my bag for some change to spare. The human inside me should have looked the minute I saw the man going around and asking the Downtown crowd to spare a dollar or two.

I guess I can't put too much blame on myself; because, well, I can never be too sure what someone might do with that dollar I give them. Is it for food? Or is it for a quick fix? A pack of cigarettes? Questions like that always cross my mind; and it's unfortunate that one or two people can ruin it for everyone else.

Next time, I think I'll take that chance and spare whatever I can. Is it a selfish gesture because I feel bad? Maybe. But it could possibly help someone else. A chance I'm willing to take?
I think so.