People, humanoids and non-humans, inanimate objects, there’s something you have to know. Actually, “have to” is a bit strong. Considerably strong. Borderline absurd even. It’s not even a notable chapter in your lives let alone something worth knowing about. 746 more words
Tags » Wankery
Thoughts, things, stuff and whatnot. I’m in a scattered frame of mind, so let’s try and gather some order from the chaos. Bullet points, Bay-B: 815 more words
I had a weird moment on the TTC this morning. It didn’t involve public nudity or auto-cannibalism, don’t worry. I was people watching, practically the best activity one could ask for on public transport (apart from sitting, that’s good too). 797 more words
Christ, I feel dead. Which is to say that much like Jesus (wow, deifying myself in record time), I feel like I died and was reborn. 420 more words
I could've been pretentious and just named this entry "Home", but I think that kind of public wankery would be in poor taste.
End of the month, end of the line. Losing my friends to Vancouver and my flat to a renovationary landlord. The former are heading out west (I swear I have to stop for a few seconds and paint a mental 4 point star to work out directions every time) to see whether Van City or Tron-ah suits their lifestyle best for the next year. 688 more words
I’m in a pretty good place right now. Having two of your closest friends in arm’s reach does that to a person. It’s phenomenal being able to weave simultaneously between nostalgia trips and making new memories. 632 more words