That's right I said it, why do young people/youth today listen to talentless hipster groups that no one has heard of, like The Dead Milkmen, The Cure, The Selector, Alice Bag, Alien Sex Fiend, The Gun Club, SNFU etc....why can't young people listen to good ol' rock n roll of the past like Chicago, Alan Parsons project, Emerson Lake & Palmer Air Supply or Ambrosia....good rock music should not be forgotten....& today's youth should not forget that.

Some coworkers have no respect and the ones that try to bother you outside of work really need to get a life. I work with someone at various sites and he’s not the most pleasant person to deal with. Very intrusive, ignorant, disrespectful, and aggressive. All he ever does is gossip and give people input on how they should live their lives when he should look after his own life. He kept texting me useless links to some weird sites and I had to squash it. I put my foot down by telling him not to contact me anymore unless if he actually needs coverage for a shift. Don’t bother your colleagues outside of work unless you have something important to say that’s actually work related. In other words, stop wasting my time and yours. Simple as that. Hopefully, he’ll smarten up and get the message. If not, I'm calling the Union.

I worry more about the well being of celebrities then for people who are actually vulnerable

Please don't overthink this, or overlay it with current extreme lenses. Many years ago, I was dating a fine woman from another country, who had little experience of food in North America. One day, I had cooked a corned beef that I had bought at a grocery store. My friend saw some of it on a plate at my home and asked for a taste. She liked it, a lot. When she asked me what it was, mischief got the better of me, and I answered, "It is whale meat". My friend liked it so much that she asked where she could buy it, and I told her the name of the grocery store. Does anyone play practical jokes, anymore? Please spare us both any 2024 overlay that I was a sexist colonizer exploiting an vulnerable woman of colour. My friend and I still laugh about it.

The worst kind of liar is one who lies by omitting crucial information. Like if they say things like “I’m not seeing anyone else!” and accuse you of imagining things when the fact is that they’re not currently seeing anyone else but they were when you accused them of it. So they’re not technically lying but they’re just omitting the facts. So many other examples but you get the picture. They’re gaslighting experts because they make you question your sanity.

Dear future husband, When you meet me for the first time, please understand I’ve been through a lot and be soft. Understand my heart has been broken into a million little pieces that I’ve had to put back together. Alone. I’ve had to constantly tell myself that I am worthy, that I am deserving, that I am funny, charming, beautiful, kind, generous, thoughtful, intelligent, strong, brave, emotional, loving and I’m enough. That I am perfect the way I am, and I’m not sorry that I love too much, or if I other think too much or if I get upset too much. It’s cause I feel everything, I feel everyone’s heart and I try to make sure they never feel what I’ve felt. I’ll explain something to the sun comes up till you get it, I’ll ask questions to understand every bit of you. I’ll ask you if I’ve upset you, I’ll tell you when you’ve upset me. I’ll laugh at every joke, and I’ll sometimes cry at every minor convinces. I’ll be strong and hold you up and me up, when we’re struggling. I’ll make you feel comfortable in every room I’m in. I’ll make you proud to call me your wife. So please be soft gentle and patient with me, cause I am painfully and patiently waiting for you to come. And when you do I know you’ll tell me everything I need to hear, reassure every fear I have and I know you’ll love me with all your heart like the way I’ll love you. -your future wife

I was just made aware of the fact that Siamese Dream was released 31 years ago. I remember exactly where I was when I first heard it, small town, over at my friend's house when he put a cassette on of this new band, and I immediately had to go out and buy a copy (well, get my Mom to drive me to the mall the next town over, technically). Nostalgia over that summer and the crush I had at the time.. Feels like a lifetime ago and a world away. Wonder where they are now and how they're doing, has their journey been anything like mine? Where did the time go? I feel old..

I confess that in this day and age of hyper political correctness and woke, I frequently find myself watching comedy from the 80s, 70s, 60s, and prior before people got all this sensitive. Mel Brook's "Blazing Saddles," All In the Family, Foster Brooks, George Carlin, Victor Borge, Carol Burnett, Carol Channing, Dean Martin's roast nights, Dame Edna, Sir Les Patterson, Red Skelton... I was raised by that generation and dearly miss how witty, authentic, and creative their English was, and how they knew how to make fun of themselves, and have those they were mocking bust a gut with them. The same goes for reading old comic stips like Mutt & Jeff and the Far Side. For those who didn't grow up around that and folks like them, it's hard to get or may come across as crude. Few knew any different. They were hard times too for most. People were poor as a church mouse. Laughter was the only way to deal with the crap. But you'd howl so hard you'd piss yourself. Today, society makes you feel guilty for finding anything funny at all.

she doesn't seem to care much. She speculated that it is lust. I told her lust is a part of love. the truth is , I love the way i feel when shes around. i want to be near her always. Sure, she happens to be georgeous but I think if she wasn't so gorgeous she'd realize that yes, I do in fact love her. I wish people would take me at my word. I don't lie. I despise liars, you can't trust them at all. I trust myself.

Due in large part to exposure to secondhand cigarette smoke. I don't smoke, but there are some stupid, morally unevolved humans that do: my neighbour living in the next suite of our non-smoking apartment; a few of the regular passengers on my bus commute that inconsiderately empty their smoke-filled lungs inside the transit vehicle; and, a few of the contractors that come into my workplace, that do the same thing. Lung cancer is a bad way to go, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but sometimes I feel like they should suffer, like I'm suffering right now.