I've been waiting for the day when hoochie daddy shorts came back in style.

The world is shit but at least I can see more thighs now.

Finished my queer, body swap romance novel.

Starting a dirtbag musician, body horror romance novel.

I love the way Western Canadian dirtbag musicians speak. If y'all have never had the pleasure, you should travel out here. It is delightful.

Incredibly humbling to read my short stories from my mid 20s and wonder why the fuck I made my characters speak like neckbeards.

Planning the last OBROA-SKAI set. It's going to be loooooooud.

You haven't lived until you've done heavy deadlifts listening to Tim Hecker.

I hyperfocused for two months and wrote a whole novel.

A weird existential, psychoanalytic, gender feely, queer romance novel.

My wireless headphones went missing, so I'm raw dogging the gym.

Only the sounds of grunts and plate slams to keep me motivated.

Here we go again.