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Most beautiful city in the world

Dear Vancouver, Wtf?! If it weren’t for the mountains and the ocean would anyone still live here? There is 0 culture, absolutely nothing going on. Everyone is addicted to something here, and I don’t blame them because it is a very slow, dark, uninspiring city. There are no creative outlets, and people are so consumed with status. The cost of living is FUCKED! All due to drugs and organized crime using the housing market to launder money. There is no sense of community, strangers don’t start conversations with one another, we don’t know our neighbours. The men here can’t drink at all without getting into fights. And then there’s the racism..... The food is pretty good though.

Bad Texters and "Busy" People who use dating apps

If you take 24-48 to respond to a text, from someone who you are actually interested in dating/meeting/seeing again, you suck. Honestly, you suck, you're shitty at communicating and you know it. Make all the excuses you want ("I'm a student... I work a lot... I'm busy, I'm going on a other dates") blah blah blah. How about this? If you don't have the time, space, energy, and desire to go on dates, meet people, get laid etc. - Do the rest of us a favour and stop using dating apps. You're wasting your own time and everyone else's, plus you're ruining the overall digital space we share by feeding into negative roles and behaviours that are so common to app users, online daters, and texters.

I Still Get A Laugh

When folks (mistakenly) attribute chocolate and ice cream to Laura Secord. Contrary to popular belief, she did not run a chocolate shop, but played a pivotal role in the War of 1812. Sometimes, I'll be tempted to say something ridiculous like "Oh yes, she spiked a batch of her gourmet chocolates to give American soldiers the runs so that they couldn't invade Canada!"

Winter depresses me

I hate this time of year. The short days kill me. I feel asleep at work in the mornings. Twinkly lights everywhere emphasize the black nights. The commercial Christmas pressure makes me feel empty and sad. I feel like not moving and sleeping all day. I never feel this way in the summer. Plop me barefoot on a patch of sand and let me watch the sunset at 9pm and I feel like that is the best part of the day. I’m not meant for dark, boots, heavy coats, indoor time, fluorescent lighting and Xmas jingles. If I had a spare $1000 I’d fly the fuck South. Maybe I was Cuban in my previous life.

Naughty or Nice

Going into the doctor this week for STI tests, guess I’ll find out if I’ve been naughty or nice. Then I will be sending out texts to the ex lovers for Christmas.

cereal offender

I'm a bird feeder, regularly in Stanley Park, sunflower seeds and peanuts (both shelled to eliminate litter and unsalted), to an assortment of squirrels, chickadees, and other birds. Most people who come by are appreciative but lately one passerby and a park ranger (separately) both claimed it harms birds and is prohibited by a parks bylaw. Neither is true. The Audubon Society, Cornell University Ornithology Lab and every other expert says bird feeding, if done properly, does no harm and may be helpful in this time of declining bird populations. I've also checked with the Parks Board and there is no bylaw against it. Please people, if you are going to go around telling people what to do or not to do, do some research first instead of just making things up.

The drugs don't work

The distractions that used to keep me entertained are no longer working. They just don't do it for me anymore. I know I need to fill my life with real things that have meaning for me. But there is a giant valley between my current life of numbing distractions, and the life of purpose and connection that I want to create. The gap just seems to big and requires too much energy, I don't know if I can make it.

A Haunted House Story

Over 100 years old, an old house lives and breathes in a darling neighbourhood in Vancouver. Single pane and stain glass windows. Ladybugs visit each year and crows caucus often in a tree nearby. Original wood floors that sing a chorus of creaks at each step. A stunning view of the mountains and rooftops for miles. There was a moment in the kitchen after receiving the end of tenancy notice where I thought, "I never want to leave you." Suddenly the front door swung closed. A loud slam. Must have been the breeze. But I cried, happy and heartbroken because perhaps the house wished I could stay forever too. And what a strange story that would be. A haunted house where no one was allowed to leave, but everyone wanted to stay. In some ways, I wonder when we die if we get to choose where we go. I would imagine myself there. A strange ghost that opens windows on hot summer days, washing delinquent dishes and putting a kettle on the stove ready for tea when someone comes home.

Yeasty Flakes

I love nutritional yeast. I LOVE IT. I go through mountains of yeast. Yeast on pasta. Yeast on veggies. Yeast on everything!

stickin it

I will never stop calling children boys and girls despite what our educational leaders tell us to do.

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