I don't enjoy showing my tongue. I'm no Byron Schlenker, but my tongue is abnormally wide. I'm by no means embarrassed. I just don't like the silly reactions/comments from people that have seen it. And, before you comment (because I've heard it before), the answer is no. No, I'm not good at giving head because I have a wide tongue.

I walked past a care home the other day and saw an elderly man sitting in the window. I can't imagine how hard it would be living out your days in a facility like that pre covid but now with a 'no visitors' rule, it would be terribly lonely. I waved at him and he waved back. I hope that made his day. It sure made mine.

I broke up with my girlfriend last week all because she let mommy dearest control her life.

I hate the word "comptroller".

I ran away from Vancouver to escape the rain... Well, the rain and an unrequited love. Oh yeah, and running out of money. But mostly the rain, after the other two. Anyway, the point is it has been raining nonstop for 3 weeks where I am now. I hate it. HATE it.

It's me, the bitcoin guy again. It helped me pay the rent...but now I'm addicted to it! All I do is check the price, trade it, research it. I can't sleep at night, I am convinced this is my ticket to financial freedom. But I can't think of anything else! What kind of monster have I unleashed!

It's almost my turn to have my birthday ruined by this ordeal. I really have no expectations whatsoever at this point. Not even some delivery food.

Everyone I've ever met has made me sick. I'm sick of the whole friend lifecycle. I get taken advantage of a few times, and it's over. The exact same thing with every new person I meet. Well fuck it, I don't want to know anyone new, I'm going it alone, and this covid shit is the icing on the cake.

I used to be a runner. Until two years ago when I hit my head on a curb on a bike. I've gotten better slowly and have recently started running. I got out today for a short jog to enjoy the gorgeous weather. Due to unemployment I wore my old runners, leggings and an old pink American apparel nylon rain coat. After picking a part of a pipe I needed from Canadian tire I logged slowly towards Cambie bridge. A guy looked me up and down, with a snooty look on his face and words spat out his mouth. Slow down!. In front of my masked face. I couldn't help but take it personally as he looked decently dressed and had to take a good look at my outfit before spewing those words unmasked into my face. It was disheartening since it's been hard getting out. I'm quite large so I could barely do more than a jog. Perhaps he had meant I took up so much space I should be walking... I just can not think but two years ago, he would have let it slide.

I want to move away from Canada so I can be further away from the USA.