i ate it anyway.
i can say lots of bad things about tim horton's, in fact i can never shut up about their horrible everything, but sufficient to say, they are the coffeehouse au choix pour le white trash. you see it every time too - today it was a mother and daughter who sat two tables away from me, fully supplied with the obligatory sweatpants, skidmarked granny panties, obesity, and weird smell.
i just realized that i'm probably the first and last customer to read harper's at a tim horton's. man, the place shoulda blown up from the eerie juxtaposition alone.
oh well. i almost blogged about flossing today but stopped myself just in time. this post is boring enough as it is.
