I get angry when newcomers or visitors (and more often than not it seems that Australians are the worst for this) whine about or make fun of the rain here. You should have done some research before coming—we basically live in a temperate rainforest. You know all those beautiful trees and the lush green spaces you like to take selfies in? Not possible without the rain. Rain is life here, and it's beautiful. If you want nonstop heat and glaring sun, go to a desert. And show some respect for Mother Nature; the land doesn't exist to serve your delusional, ignorant vacation dreams.
Me and my wife are educated professionals that can support ourselves. She was brought up in an upper middle class home by highly educated and wealthy parents while I grew up poor(homeless father, neighbourhood stabbings and no dentist poor).
Normally it’s manageable but recently the disparity is becoming more apparent(and vexing). We want to install 2000ish square feet of hard wood flooring and she is furious that installers won’t guarantee a finish date or that they won’t give a discount if the job takes longer than expected. When I tell her we will most likely have to pay extra or hand the workers a few hundreds to make sure the job is finished on time, she can’t accept it. She can’t accept that in a wealthy city reliable trades people are more in demand than masters educated professionals.
I am getting tired of trying to get this Reno done. All I keep thinking is letting her continue to piss off installers and carpenters, so when we miss our deadlines she will hopefully wake up and realize it’s not how educated you are but rather what you can DO.
It’s drinking on patios season, and I’ve been going through a rough patch. The temptation is strong. But I’m not going to cave. My health and wellbeing are worth fighting for.
There was no parking on my street because of all the people who drove to Car-free day.
They are just so f***ing sexy...like, hot in bed porn sexy! I tried to like the hairless ones. No offense to them, but unless they work out and are packed with muscles, it's like trying to cozy up to a deflated balloon. Just not manly. I feel like I'm with a pre-pubescent kid. total turn-off. Sorry!
is very little, really. I have always made do on a fairly low income, and I like the feeling of being resourceful over spending money. A brisk walk outside is nice, maybe the occasional hike. Library books. Music. Public art. Good laughs and conversation. Someone who loves me unwaveringly, who I love ferociously in return. All of those things are free.
After trying to find a girlfriend in the Lower Mainland for years I was about to give up. I was never good looking or successful enough. It was always one thing after another. I almost lost hope but went on vacation in the Netherlands and met so many amazing women. They were beautiful, cool, confident, had their own jobs, and challenged me physically and intellectually. I fell in love with one and she has moved here to live with me. Sounds really crazy and its completely unlike anything I would do but I had to take my shot.
Don't lose hope people in Vancouver and take your shot at love.
No kidding, 4 days of vomiting, no eating, chugging water, horrible shame and depression.
Took my leftover bottles to the street guys on the corner.
Enjoy guys cuz I am done with booze.
Yesterday, it rained a wee bit, and I remembered why I like rain here. It washes away the pee off the downtown streets, replacing the air with that clean smell from all our plants, flowers and trees that make the city pretty. The plants get a snack and get green again, that's nice.
Most of all, though, is how it makes all the beggars scramble and disappear. The streets look normal. Nobody lying around in garbage hanging around every store entrance harassing people. The streets are normal, the way it used to be.
Davie Street used to be a pleasure, and somehow city hall and the VPD have ignored the conditions of the streets. They put up all these cafe spaces and built a park on a side street and the neighbourhood is like Hastings, with crazy homeless everywhere. I think the city is doing this on purpose to drive out the residents as a favor to landlords do they can raise rents as everyone flees. You sure don't see that mess in the richer neighborhoods like Yaletown, Coal Harbour or Alberni Street; they'd never allow it.
But when it rains, all that mess vanishes, and it feels like a nice place again.
I miss the sun, but the rain sure offers a tempting trade-off.
I overshot what I thought was normal in my friend group. They didn’t like me dressing up in my furry outfit at the last Bbq. Why not bbq while dressed up classy style as a penguin though? It was a grande day. I still feel accomplished.