I’ve been considering getting my hair cut at a fancy-pants californian
hairdresser, just so I can go back to Ottawa, and tell that annoying guy
at “Hair Designs” that although he may have come from Vidal Sassoon Academy,
(a lecture I’ve gotten every time I go in) that I only cut my hair in
California. 
I’d like to put him in his place.
I found a place out here that sells Clif Bars. I’m hooked again. I can’t stop
eating them. I’m all full of carbs and yummy goodness. 
They’re hiking
food, a bar of compressed soy pellets and flavouring. They come in a bunch of
different flavors, but mostly taste like super-ultra-dense cookie dough.
Gah. *drool*
Oh, I didn’t get a chance to write about Vancouver, but I promise I’ll post
pictures. My journeys section is horribly out of date.
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