If my life was interesting, I would actually write about it.

Going to Victoria for a day or two. I'm going to go to all the places I went to as a child.

I think a change of location for a bit.

So 10 years ago I was snooping through the family computer. I found the following in a document named "If I die". I printed it out and put it in a box when we moved. Present day, I found the note in a box of old randomness ( Read more... )

Vancouver grieves. Not for our hockey team, but for our city. What happened two nights ago was a day which will live in infamy (to quote a great man ( Read more... )

I think I need to move to another continent to start over.

Apartment hunting is teaching me that I'm paying too much for what I have...

It's also telling me that I can easily afford to live alone.

I hate having to rely on a room mate who prioritizes liquor before rent.

Another wonderful date.

I like her. She likes me.

It's nice.

It's been twelve years.

I finally woke up feeling like today was just another day.

Dear Room Mate:

Stop drinking my booze. I mark my bottles for a reason. This continued behaviour will result in you living on the street.

Officially given up on women.

Have your Ed Hardy, domestic violence loving, douchy fucktards. Enjoy them. Enjoy the bruises. But hey, at least they're "hot", right?

Really, really, REALLY, getting sick of your gender.

That is all.