What do you do?

Not much.

Migration.

Fifth home in the past five years.  At least this one isn't a shithole.

Fired.

Andrew Pham was let go from the TIFF Bell Lightbox cinema for stealing a bag of rubber bands and a Sharpie permanent marker.  When asked why he stole them, he replied, "I wanted to draw a beard on my face and make a rubber band ball."

One Year Closer.

I'm one year closer to death.

Last Words.

With my last dying breath, I will say something damning to the friends and family that will survive me.  Perhaps, something like, 'Curse ye wretched foes, your children will suffer and endure unending misfortune.'  Most will probably know that I was joking, depending on how well they knew me.  They'll probably be quite upset that I wasted my last words making some stupid joke that is really quite negative and inconsiderate, considering the rather emotional climate of my premature death.

Fathers.

Mine scares the shit out of me.

6:30 am.

Don't know if I should try to sleep or just stay up and go to work.

Lost Beat.

Feeling the rhythm through the back of my chair.  This person, tapping along to the film's score.  Feeling a familiar sense of comfort but something is wrong, something is missing.  That one integral beat is not to be found, ending this short lived friendship, like the many others lost to the sea.

Are You There?

Fading from existence like an actor slipping from hollywood to b-movie status.

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart.

Woke up in a panic.  Awoke my laptop from sleep mode and saw that it was 8:47.  Didn't know or remember how I fell asleep.  It wasn't too late to make it.  Got up and felt light headed and emaciated.  Didn't have time to eat.  Might buy a slice of pizza on the way there.  Get up, stumble around in dizziness and manage to button up a shirt.  Walk out of the house.  See a guy and girl walking in front of me and can't tell if she has matching tattoos on both of her legs or if they are just tacky 'leggings.'  Caught up to them at the intersection, they were just tacky 'leggings.'  Went down the other street to Pizza Gigi's to buy a slice.  Looked at slices, felt disgusted and left.  Continued on my way to Sonic Boom.  Went inside to a very packed basement.  Tried to weasel my way up.  Got to a somewhat decent spot.  Looked around to see if I knew anyone.  Didn't see anyone.  Stood around for a while, the band was delayed.  Felt hungry, sick and a bit dizzy.  The band finally started, filling the basement with their unoriginal and rehashed blend of catchy shoegaze.  Thought to myself, there are a lot of asians here.

Today.

Today is going to be a fucking good day.