seeing so much more of the multi-galactic Universal architecture, I'm starting to comprehend the lyrics more and more of: >>>>>>>> When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do Fate is kind She brings to those who love The sweet fulfillment of Their secret longing Like a bolt out of the blue Fate steps in and sees you through When you wish upon a star Your dreams come true

... in the Lower Mainland where I can take my dog (on leash) for a walk and not encounter people? I know our city is busy, but I would love to have a walk with my dog and not have to remind people to leash their dog, pick up their dog's poop, etc.

I think it would be cool if Translink installed a mini fountain or pool on the Millennium Line platform at Commercial-Broadway Station: I just want to see all the nesting chickadees nearby have a place to drink and play in the water.

F*ck studying in some Tibetan monastery. You want to learn patience, spend time with your mother-in-law with dementia.

At the end of the day, if communicating with someone is really hard, your relationship is doomed. No matter how good other aspects of it are, if you find yourself not even bothering to try to connect anymore because it’s so frustrating, you might as well just leave. I feel like I’m bashing my head against a wall because of the word salad and evasive nonsense every time I try to have a serious conversation about the relationship. They either act like I didn’t say anything or or they respond with a joke or they just don’t respond at all. I’m already exhausted by it and I can’t imagine wasting any more time on a lost cause. Sadly I’m giving up.

I’m a single mom. My teenaged daughter (who has mental health and substance use issues) used my sex toys today while she was home from school!!! I came home from work to find she went through my stash and things had been left lying out. Her underpants were beside my bed. She was not at home by this time and I called her to discuss this very disturbing situation. She apologized and said she got so high she didn’t even remember doing this and said she felt bad. Ugh ugh ugh. I go find her in a park and she is VERY high. Bring her home. She has been passed out in her room for the past couple of hours and I go to get into my bed and it’s WET!!! Not with pee but female fluids… but it might as well be pee, there is that much of it. All over my duvet, mattress, sheets, mattress pad… I didn’t have a mattress protector on. I am totally grossed out by this. Ugh ugh ugh. I have been trying to get help for her, getting help for me… it’s just one fucked up situation after another lately. I pray we get through this time.

I’m a mature adult. I really enjoy being spanked. Bare bum, with a strap or belt. No bruises, just nice and hot and red. My partner of many years is not into it, so I have found a mature lady who soundly spanks me twice a week. Nothing else, just a good hard bum warming.

I went to one of those evangelical Christ centred Pentecostal type churches last Sunday and at the end of the service during coffee time I was talking to one of the elders & he asked me the customary question of "what do you do" (talking about my form of employment) so I replied "I usually watch Pornhub online & jerk off to it" then I asked him what he did.

I’m sure this is an unpopular opinion, But I think since Alberta loves it’s oil and gas, and is responsible for and profits off of climate change—— they shouldn’t get federal support for wildfires. You don’t get to deny your roll in this climate disaster and then cry when it burns you.

I have an image of myself that is hard to challenge. Am I being inauthentic if I try something different and would I be betraying myself? Perhaps it’s best to accept myself as I am in this moment and still try new activities that help me move towards good things. I love being a loner and also would deeply value a relationship with a life partner. It’s painful recognizing my disorganized attachment style and I feel broken. Change is possible yet feels insurmountable, and expensive. With my face in my hands I think I have a better chance of being granted MAID. I’ll give myself a year.