My mum has been gone for 8 years. She died far too young. That said, if there is one thing I miss more than anything about her, it's her uncensored wit and sense of humour... exactly like Grace & Frankie. I don't know if it came with experience or with her social class, but I revered (as a male) her ability to swear in public like a pirate and do so with no apologies to anyone. She never tip-toed around anyone. She wasn't racist, she was just fiercely blunt. Her courage to speak up and be herself 100% of the time makes her my hero and something I long to fill the shoes of. She may not have had a lot of friends, but she didn't need it. The ones she had were loyal to her till the day she took her last breath. My dad's jealous sisters still talk shit behind her back, largely because they feared her I think and heard from her mouth what they didn't want to. Good on her. I don't know how she did it, but its the kind of bravery we could all use one in a blue moon. May she rest in peace.

If I could see light at the end of the tunnel... if I had something/anything to hold onto.... but I don't. And I don't think I can hold on much longer....I feel desolate. I don't think I want you after this.

My roommates partner hid in my room to scare me today and it made me so angry. I don’t care if it sounds like I’m overreacting. I’m so irritated. Not only was he in my room completely uninvited, I didn’t invite him to grab me either. Nothing pisses me off faster than unwanted invasion of my personal space. Hide around the corner to startle me, for what purpose? I live in a kind of sketchy part of the city. I already look over my shoulder constantly. My home was broken into while I was present earlier this year. I’ve been followed home, I’ve had a stalker. Someone jumping out at me in my own home is not pleasant, or even slightly funny to me. Keep your hands to yourself and stay out of my space! Why do people think it’s entertaining to make others uncomfortable or scared? Grow up!

I think that petting a strange cat's bottom is interspecies sexual abuse.

It's the most inevitable thing in our lives on earth and not worrying about makes me not worry about lesser life stresses and they are all lesser.

I have a different way of being in this dichotomy living day in day out. Derived from hate, fear and the things that make me horny. Still if I want it I have to hate it to love it. If I need it I have show interdependence to keep it. Should I chose love well fear is the result I live in the most, is this a conscious choice or am I a lunatic fringe thinking in chaos only. I want to be loved dearly only an asshole says they do not. Yet every love I've ever thought was going to be unbelievably amazing, was a cow patty at best. I am fucking pissed with this code I hate myself now along with all the others. I refuse to cry ever again. I am going to revert back to the man I was before, sure he's scum but well liked. The pussy I chose to become in a betterment of self is a doormat for all. Doormat no more, step up now and it's splat, check me if you think I am lying. Brand new day, brand new world, end times end games.

Vancouver is filled with business owners and managers who have no idea how to be a boss, and then complain about how hard it is to fill positions. Don't be surprised if your business has a bad reputation because you are cheap or a jerk. After interviews, follow up, don't ghost. If you are demanding post secondary qualifications, don't offer minimum wage. Know the labour laws. Don't assume everyone is out to get you, because you have terrible people picking skills and are to cheap to hire HR or recruitment specialists. Be a good boss, you'll find good employees. If you can't afford good employees, maybe you shouldn't be in business.

If a person can't simply text When & Where, I don't have time for them.

Don't know what it takes to be liked and accepted... Feel like i'm always just trying to make friends, be with a better group, be more well-rounded.. but nobody really wants to hang out with me... how do i make friends that like me for me?

When people with coffee stains on their teeth ask me for a third and fourth refill while staring at me all wide eyed and quivering it makes me want to pour it over their head.