I've had a book in mind for some time. To be honest I was attracted by the cover illustration and I can only guess as to what's inside. But I think despite it's slim size it would be the kind of intellectual book you don't race through in a single read, but enjoy slowly over time. Unfortunately I must not be the only person interested because it's continually checked out and the cover (from the glimpses I've caught in the recall section) is starting to look a bit rough. I'm worried now that if I am able to borrow it one day, I might not be able to focus on the story because I'll be too distracted by all the dirty fingers that leafed through it already...
I love civil forfeiture. Take everything away from everyone who can't prove how they got the money to buy it.
Most of the people going to prison aren't going to gain anything from it. Just impoverish them in a public ritual and start doing the same to the white collar criminals. Fire the judges and use their salaries for more CRA investigators.
I think we know who the real criminals in society are.
My job requires me to work face-to-face with the public for about half of my time. I was processing some paperwork for a man who came to the front desk. The paperwork in question was a quasi-legal document that required both of our signatures. He noticed my signature (printed in block letters then signed) on the paperwork and told me that my "handwriting was worse than his". (It really wasn't but, okay, whatever.) Then, while the man was scanning the paperwork to confirm that his information was correct before he signed, he asked me about my last name. It's an unusual last name, much more common on the east coast than here in the west, but easy enough to pronounce phonetically. I pronounced it for him and agreed that it was a little unusual. "Are you sure that's how you pronounce it?" he asked suspiciously. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Maybe he was thinking it was French or something? "Well, isn't it actually pronounced THIS way?" I looked at him for a second but couldn't tell if he was making a stupid joke or just enjoyed being a jackass. "Ummmmm, no. Pretty sure I got it right. If your information is correct, please print and sign your name here (pointing)". It's like this all the time with the people who come to the front desk for customer service (when they aren't screaming at us because we can't give them an item/service that we don't actually provide) and it is exhausting. I used to have a sense of humour about these things but I've been worn down by too many toxic interactions. I had applied to go back to school to study social work. Now I'm not so sure I want to deal with the public at all.
yet again some regularly-accessed website has changed format to "welcome to our new website", so now a single-click on a Favourite or a Bookmark just goes to a big-print, all-over-the-place formatted home page with tons of huge images or videos or whatever, and search functions that are way different and take forever. UGH! Stop changing things!! Specifically, this time it's with an old favourite realty website, which now is just as annoying as the others, and looks identical, too. Fine... I will just obtain my info by other means. So tired of this tech world always catering to the mobile device-using populace, and forgetting that some people still like a regular computer, with a screen and regular keyboard as peripherals. I'm too busy running my business to waste my time updating programs, figuring out new websites, configuring new devices, etc. etc. This world nowadays just isn't meant for me. No wonder I'm scared to death of Craigslist, Twitter, etc.
Back in the seventies I was fifteen years old, with fake picture id that got me into the bars in Alberta (18) and me and my girlfriends used to like to hang out there to meet people and listen to the live bands, no cover. We thought we were cool but actually we were pretty innocent and not into one night stands but one night I broke my own rule and went home with someone. I usually knew enough to just go home but something about him was different. He sat down at our table around 11 pm or midnight with a direct gaze at me and he looked short, a bit like a leprechaun with a beard, and he smelled of patch. Those days for me were wild and free, I was rebelling against my parents and society after having been the "good girl" for so long and I went ahead and took a taxi home with him instead of my friend and we had sex. Following that he almost had a fit when he found out my age (I was actually fourteen) but he had me come over a few more times after that calling me at home with my mom and then paying for a taxi or coming to pick me up. For my part I felt such a crush and overwhelming attraction to him I could not think straight so I just did what my hormones wanted me to and we carried on for about a year or two, things got complicated and we lost touch. My confession is that I still miss him and that no one that I met since really gave me anything close to that feeling I got with him and he was close enough to my age to be forgiven that indiscretion, I am kind of glad because it was before anything really terrible happened to me. I hope he has had a really good life. With a last name so distinctive I never forgot it, I looked up his name on social media and never found it so at least he is probably not dead.
People I didn’t even know rallied, became my friends and cracked my heart open. It was pretty frozen and traumatized for a number of years and it’s nice to feel like I’m accepted and loved.
I have three amazing kids and they're my life. I have been divorced for the past 2 years and am having so much trouble getting out there.
Once single guys hear I have kids they lose all interest. My kids already have a dad so I don't understand why guys are like this.
I am not telling them to take my kids to the park or a hockey game.
I am a great mom, an amazing cook, and easy on the eyes. Men should be begging to date me.
Single moms deserve love just like everyone else.
There, you pay, you travel. End of story. And token takers just rule from behind glass. Here transit is open and it takes 2 transit security plus 2 fully-armed cops to interrogate people they feel safe bullying. Meanwhile people theyr'e scared of or know they can't squeeze for money get to ride for free. I've been shoved through turnstiles on my ticket by aggressive homeless, cops did nothing. Same when I sat on a seabus once with an out of control drunk they let on as is, chasing people from one end to the next. No problem though laying down the law with working poor and minorities, little old ladies, teens or anyone who just don't understand Compass with $173 tickets.
That was me who was blasting the full "Hawaii Five-O" theme from my condo, and playing it on repeat, all Easter weekend. And I'm talking the extended theme... yep, all 3:18 of it. Aloha.
My wife of 47 years and I have been discussing hot wiring as a fantasy to spike our sex life. My medical problem has prevented real sex between us for awhile. She has never been with another man and she is only interested in doing it as a fantasy. Are there men or couples out there that would share that fantasy with her and never actually have sex? I’m obsessed with her doing it but I’m not ready for to actually sleep with another man unless she really decided she wanted to. Any suggestions on websites to contact?