The Single Ladies of Antarctica

Well, actually, it's Lake Ontario, just 90 minutes East of Toronto. WOOHOO!
A weekened of champagne and sweet mary-jane kisses and a near-constant habit of taking the piss out of Beyonce Knowles and her recent obsession with quasi-Fosse choreography.

So, two of my single ladyfriends took to the frozen lake, with little miss Bauhaus (not her real name) in tow.




That's all for now. I promise a sociopolitical rant any day now, I'm in the midst of exams and can't formulate a cohesive thought to save my life.