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.
I never had a relationship with my father. He was and is a selfish, self-absorbed tiny man who made everyone miserable in his wake. He ruined every holiday and every birthday, every vacation and every family gathering .
He left a message just before Father's Day rambling about hoping I wouldn't hate him for the rest of his life and other nonsense . Whatever, I only heard a few words before erasing it, I finally had enough and decided to block him. If he dies, I'll eventually see something on google. He can keep the inheritance that he dangles, using his money to snag attention like the way a person has porkchops tied to their ears so dogs will approach him. It's a nightmare that I'm glad I don't ever have to see or hear from again.
I ignore this holiday meant to honor normal fathers. I use it to celebrate my life and freedom from his awfulness. I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to come here. He failed his job, his duty, his responsibility. I owe him nothing.
I think I'll get an ice cream.
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.
I recently went to a strip club for the first time. I’m in my 30s. I had two dances with a kind and beautiful performer. I know they have a way to make you feel like the most important person in the room. But between powerful eye contact and laughing, I felt a instant bond. I felt she did too. When I mentioned, she blushed and just nodded. And that’s that.
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.