I live in a world filled with messy hair and pixelated images.
Dear Myspace,
I'm desperate for cheap entertainment that doesn't require me leaving my bedroom. You can only masturbate so many times.
So I go to school full time, which is an okay time. Sometimes. Engrish. Philosofuckme. Y'KNOW. Mr. Mung once told me, "God damnit, Michael! You so smart and yet so dumb." I embrace that fact when I'm not paralyzed by it.
I work in a hole in the wall cafe in the heart of Whalley, Surrey. "Ukranian" and "Canadian" food. Uh uh, uh huh. I'm a vegetarian, so I'm diggin' the borch. The skytrain ride has turned into a reflective ritual for me. I enjoy helping customers with word jumbles.
When I'm not working or going to school, there is always much to do. The East Side serves to provide me with marvelous neighbours. Card games, nintendo, dance parties. However, one must venture outside the neighbourhood in search of movies, fine and not so fine dining, art galleries and homosexual identified dance establishments.
Making new friends is fun. I enjoy meeting people with similar interests. Or dissimilar. Opposite even. Gentleman callers are encouraged to identify themselves.
