A balance of honesty and respect, really is all I ask for.

I'm to the point where instead of getting upset at bullshit I am simply just not caring.

I'm not sure being complacent to shitty situations is the way to go but when I get worked up it never amounts to anything good.

Rockstock, August 16th 2008

Every time I got to a store that sells luggage, there's always the one suitcase that's in the middle of the path. I bet it is one person who goes around, tries it out a bit and then leaves it there like a careful sprung trap. Who is this person? What is his motivation? Why doesn't he buy the damn thing?

Seriously, next time you're at Sears you'll see that lone suitcase you'll have to walk around.

You know when you have this feeling you really really REALLY shouldn't say or do something but you still go against all of your screaming internal voices and instincts and still go ahead and fuuuuuuuuucking say it?

Sometimes I look up to the heavens, wish for the clouds to part and for a giant meteorite to crash down on Earth and strike me where I stand, pulverizing me instantly and putting me out of my misery.

Je m'ennuie de Montréal. A chaque fois que je reviens d'une visite au Québec, ça me donne le gout d'y retourner.