Like a lot of people, I've got a self-loathing streak that's alive and well. It acts as a de facto engine when I'm working, but it also has its extraordinary pitfalls, too.

People have their complexities. They have their heroic moments and their villainous moments, too.

My tattoo is of a cannon in Vancouver that I got in a fleeting moment of stupidity maybe 14 years ago. A lot of people have really beautiful tattoos, and I get real tattoo envy. But then other people basically just treat them like bumper stickers for their bodies.

<> Why are you lying awake, thinking that you’re a terrible person?
<> To keep my mind occupied when I can’t sleep. Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.

My ideal date would involve painful silence. My ideal date wouldn't involve me.

I see guys with, like, eyebrow art, and I wanna tell them, 'You don't have to go too crazy on your brows. Take it easy, man!'