Just because.

Red carpet whore, thy name is Rufus.

I love it.

There's something comforting about coming back to Canada. I guess it's one of those things where you have to leave in order to really appreciate coming back. Distances seem shorter because everything is measured in kilometres and your spare change weights heavy in your pocket. One great thing about Canadian currency is that when you think you're ( Read more... )

It all started out with chicken and waffles. Seriously ( Read more... )

The post I just wrote is the closest thing I've ever done to a college essay. I only finished a year of college, so I didn't get too far into that stuff ( Read more... )

Even though the Catholic faith has deemed my lifestyle unacceptable and condemned me and my "kind" to hell...there is a part of me that can't let it go completely. I spent plenty of time going to Mass when I was younger, particularly when my grandmother had any say in it ( Read more... )

The magnum opus is complete.

I feel a sense of relief and a vague sense of fear. The shelf is now empty. In my mind's eye, a slightly younger version of myself waves a prop sword in triumph. Top that!!!I know I can do it. My best work is in me yet. But I just can't think about it right now. Limbo is over and now I enjoy that brief point in ( Read more... )

I can't even begin to properly express my bitter disappointment on this day. However, I've been shown an alternative and asked to spread the word to my fellow Americans because....

Canada will save you!!

Get hitched and get out.

I'm a dual citizen, so I'm going to take Stephen to Toronto and marry him away from this political travesty.

It's been an interesting few days. Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at myself and Stephen from an outside, but knowledgable perspective. And I can talk to me and give myself advice. Poke myself in the arm and whisper, Keep pushing him, he needs to be pushed right now. Fight for this.

Or, That's enough for now. Back off and let it be. Let ( Read more... )

I keep trying to update and keep having to abandon the effort halfway through. I'm having trouble completing thoughts and sentences and spelling these days. Maybe I'm dying of some kind of rare soap-opera disease. Don't you just love those? Those fake diseases they come up with in order to justify a character leaving the show, or going psycho ( Read more... )

10 days until I have to be in Paris to kick off another European leg of the tour. The tour. That's funny. That doesn't even mean anything anymore. I'm sort of suspended between an indie musicians definition of "touring" (i.e. a few weeks here, a week there, a week off, a month off, rinse and repeat) and a mainstream defintion of "touring" (i.e ( Read more... )