Only good things will happen! Skip to primary content. It was early morning around 7 AM. I looked at the mind blowing guy looking back at me. Tall, plump and jovial. I stood before the mirror. Looking at myself, dreading the task that I was about to perform. This is not the realization of an adolescent fantasy. This is an almost everyday occurrence. I remember, as a child, I fantasized about being an adult. For most of my f.

A 100-day chronicle of all things silly. All good things must come to an end. So it is with a sad heart and a really long Internet bill that I write to inform you that as today will be the last silly post of this blog. I will continue blogging at my other blog, so see you all there! This is the speech that I am going to type out tomorrow.

No, I have not been there yet. My dream of international travel was Bagger 288. Ed by German consulate when they rejected my dependent-tourist visa to Germany? But still two of my poems made it to Canada without a passport or any of this visa shit. I am promised a copy of the magazine. This is my second international publication after one of my Haiku got published in Croatia.