Pennies, Nickels, and Dimes – Oh My!

Today, I thoroughly tidied my apartment, and began to arrange the odball things which I had laying around.

As I was cleaning, I came across a plethora of money which I had resigned myself to as lost – that is to say the small change I had received from my every day-to-day transactions that I had left laying around on some obscure niche in my apartment.

I must say that after picking up 184 loose coins from here and there, I found myself mildly irritated with one of the tenets of Canadian identity – pennies!..

To Tell or Not to Tell.

So apparently this one guy at work didn’t know that I’m a big homo. I’m not gonna name names, but we’re pretty decent friends insofar as to say that we hang out outside of Mexx…