Unedited Facebook Status Updates.

I'm contemplating reviving this blog by following the feedback from Facebook status updates I plan to write without any self-censorship or self-restraint.  Its been a while since this blog has been active.  Looking back through it, I feel embarrassed with it's climate of neurosis.  I've even deleted several posts.  To be fair, pretty much all of these blog posts were created amidst some sort of anxiety filled insomniac state.  Hell, it's 6:07 AM right now, my apartment is slumbering in deep sleep.  Even the cat is sleeping.  The air is still, the city is silent and all that is left is the clatter of my fingers typing and the music pulsing through my headphones.

Threes.

If good things happen in threes, then I guess bad things happen in threes as well?  Fuck.

Individuality.

You're no more unique than someone with a Black Flag tattoo or a Joy Division shirt.

Single Bed.

"Having a single bed is like telling the world that you've given up on trying to get laid." James Humphrey.

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."