so, i just got back from toronto. yes, i have officially crossed  international borders. how was it, you ask? well, it was a bit like a drive-by shooting...i'm just lucky i got out alive.

but God is amazing and He answered my prayers for this trip to the dollar. all i wanted was enough money to break the reigning JP record, and He brought it. God is good. and that's all i got, yo.

moral of the story: immediately returning from my trip to toronto, i decided to wash my car, which had turned from a nice pretty silver sheen to a nasty yellow from the two-month-old collection of dust and pollen in our area. as i am sitting in the brushless cave watching the light show as the cycles change from pre-rinse to soap to rinse to wax, a few thoughts start to run through my mind...gee, that soap is really bubble-gummy smelling, and it's strong...wow, that water has a chlorine smell like a pool...golly, that wind is really loud...wait, it's only loud when it's in the back...must be my antenna...wait, no, i don't have an antenna...what is that?...?...?...?...it really smells like that soap in here... :0)... :0| ... :0( why is my seat wet?...oh dear...at this point, i'm very concerned thinking that there is something manufacturally wrong (totally made up that word) with my vehicle. but then, the lights come on in that foggy, soap-laced brain of mine and i realized that my back window has somehow mysteriously been open the entire time. dare i say that my entire back seat is drenched in pinky-blue soapy wax goodness? why, yes, sadly i can now make candles out of the hardening goo congealing as i air out my back seat.but the good news is my boss's brand-new, $1500 projector wasn't in the backseat...oh, wait. yes, it was.