What the fuck?

I just can't let sleeping dogs lie and I have to go back to school and get a degree at 42?

It's going to be costly and difficult! Toronto isn't even close to affordable and I've become accustomed to the cushy life that living in my mother's paid-for house has afforded me.

I'm going to have to choose between a literal room and ( Read more... )

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Just another day ( Read more... )

I see now what I'm doing ( Read more... )

See you later, friends I've had for most of my life ( Read more... )

Ooh a film job. Being offered up as a cattle call, but I know the woman offering the job, and she's worked with Dad, so she's pretty much guaranteed to like me a little right of the hop. Time to shoot the old man a line and see if he can grease the wheels. I need something better than what I have and quickly.

I am on the verge of a breakthrough or a breakdown ( Read more... )

Today I find myself wandering around in a physical manifestation of the Budayeen, George Alec Effinger's fictional Middle-Eastern city of sin and corruption. It is a good feeling. The late night atmosphere, unfamiliar food and language are all instrumental in creating a neighborhood that feels quite unlike any other I've lived in, Toronto's Little ( Read more... )