Every week I clean my apartment, and every week it stresses me out. I like a neat and tidy home, but using hours of my free time to achieve it is a crappy trade off. I am seriously thinking about paying a cleaner even though I don't have that high an income.

I honestly think we are beyond the point of no return. Destroying everything is not slowing down and none of us give a fuck. Do I keep trying? Cutting down on showers, eating less meat, taking the bus, sorting my recycling? Or do I just enjoy the calm before the storm and fly the Vegas for weekends and buy slave made fast fashion while replacing my iPhone every year so workers keep killing themselves over the conditions all while clean drinking water disappears. This is both the most privileged and scariest time in history.

If thine influence be felt tonight Wish I may with all my might Have you nearer to my sight

Fear of the barber apparently kept my hair to myself when quite young. My sister on the other hand had a Beatles cut. Pictures from the time show a somewhat odd couple. Although no body would wonder about my sister I'm another matter. Let's not forget the time I insisted on wearing one of her dresses. To this day I am an unabashed mom's boy. That being what it is I'm still not the slightest bit effeminate. Yay me

Breaking up with you has been the best motivation for me. Not to say I wasn't motivated before. Sure I went to the gym a few times a week and have been handing out resume's here and there. But since we ended it I've had a fire lit under my ass. I'm going 3 times a week, plus push ups in the morning and have been sending out resume's like crazy. The next time we meet you'll be jealous.

I don't care about your marriage of improbability to convenience. Don't get me started on the size of your ears. What I need most is an unholy union of a grand scale to a wee wonder. Tonight we smoke them out. Gotta go answer the door cried the priest with fire in his head...

I awoke from a dream by reaching out for an arrow for my bow. Why did I wake from my happy enchantment by enticement for something out of reach? Indeed why even leave the bed you were well designed for and which never will release it's hold?

It was a beautiful sunny day on Dunbar street today and you would think that you would see smiling faces enjoying the nice weather. Instead all I saw was face after face of sullen, unhappy people who looked like someone had just killed their puppy. What's with people in this town?

Seems to be all out war on hard working BC homeowners.

When I see all the young people at 4/20, I think to myself ... "There's the next generation of addicts at Main and Hastings."