Hey, All Fired Up in the Big Smoke.
Relax. You’re still my go-to, gal. My ardour toward you hasn’t cooled. It’s just changed, adapted, grown even. We’re not the same people we were when we first hooked up.
Don’t be jealous of the time I’m spending with the Torontoist. It’s purely platonic. All business. It’s perfectly healthy. Mixes it up a little between us. Keeps us out of falling into some sort of rut.
I’ll be back. I always come back. This is where I call home.
Until then, come check me out over at the Torontoist today. We’re so doing it! Political commentating, that is. What did you think I meant?
– innocently submitted by Cityslikr