I Have A Lot Of Twitter Rules.

People Ask Me About Fighting In Real Life And, Honestly, It Wouldn't Look As Graceful As It Does In Film And Tv.

So Far, Vancouver Is My Favorite Relocation City. It Feels Like Home. Parts Of It Remind Me Of The East Coast. It's Very Clean. The Food Is Great. And The People Are Lovely. Not That I Didn't Love Working In Other Glamorous Locations Like Downey, Detroit, Cleveland Or Bulgaria... But, Damn, It Is Fun To Be Canadian.

Apparently, Despite My Awareness Of Its Pejorative Connotation, Procrastinating Is Something I Fall Victim To Quite Frequently. I'm Not Proud Of It; I'm Just Being Honest.

How Come I Love Having An Episode Of Deja Vu? It's Akin To An Out-of-body Experience, I Would Think. It Sits With Me, Happily, Begging Me To Delve Into My Memory To Find Its Match Point.

Everything You've Heard About Canadians Apologizing Profusely For Things They Shouldn't Be Sorry About Is Absolutely True. It Is Both Sweet, Endearing And Worrisome At The Same Time. Having Someone Apologize For No Reason Actually Makes Me Feel As Though I Should Apologize For Their Need To Apologize.