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I only wear my nice underwear when I go out

All the raggedy underwear with holes gets used when I work from home. No $1300+ bus pass a year, -$100 in underwear & socks, -$1000 making lunches at home... but I still can't buy a house ever. Can't wait to get out of Vancouver.

One big toxic shock Vancouver syndrome

It seems like the left politics and culture from our universities are turning us all against each other and making everyone miserable, while avoiding the major issues that unite us all. We're all being thrown into poverty by the neoliberal world, which is championed by the universities. When people try to say something, they use left-wing cancel culture tactics. Gross times.

Balancing everything

I have the ability to balance important things in my life. I typically virtue signal all day while the world burns. It sure makes me popular with my friends!

Spare the sob story.

Being an Irish immigrant who has lived in London before making Vancouver my home. I have never been a fan of the British establishment. If anyone has any insight in to the Irish history to present, you'd understand why. You'd also understand why I find the humour at the release of a certain book. I really hope SNL do a skit with all of the main characters and invite Jerry Springer as the talk show host (Front seats please!). From the excerpts that were released online, It makes what they represent as I've always believed, a total joke. I think the Canadian public would agree, that we've got better things to spend our tax payers money on, than these individuals.

I wasted my 20s living in Vancouver

-And now as a single almost 35 year old I hate myself every day thinking back to my young nieve self. Why couldn't I have found love and success when I was 25? Why didn't it take me until 29 to realize how doomed I was?

You approached me in good faith

I remember being a young woman at UBC who recoiled whenever a young man showed enthusiasm for getting to know me. This was because (1) I was raised in a culture that taught me enthusiasm/excitement = mental illness and (2) I was told for all of my young life that people were only nice to me because everybody makes a good superficial impression, and that criticism and abuse were "authentic" because it was what "the real me" deserved as a "mentally underaged" person. I was told that I was "useless except for an ability to read books and take tests" and that I "did not know how to function in society". No wonder I fell prey to predators who abused my need to be validated. I'm sorry, guys. You didn't do anything wrong. I hope that life didn't jade you as you got older. Come to think of it, maybe the guys who recoiled when I approached them in good faith were probably struggling with self-worth, too.

Bizarre indeed

My ex and I have had this bizarre connection from the day we met. Like we would say exactly the same thing at the same time, finish each other’s sentences, know what the other one was thinking, etc. It was literally like sharing a brain, and as a result it was an intoxicating feeling at times that made it easier to ignore the bad stuff. So when people ask me now why I still miss them even after all the really bad things that happened that broke my heart, I try to explain that part. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone else in my life, and being away from them, even though I know it’s the right thing, is very difficult. To this day we still share that bizarre connection even though we’re rarely in touch, and sometimes that makes me really sad and that’s when the old “if only” thoughts creep in. But the reality is that I’m not going back to old patterns anymore because I’ve made a promise not to, so “if only” will just have to remain in my heart because my head is finally in charge.

Longing For The Living

Whenever I mourn the loss of a friend or relative, I realize how idiotic it is to long for someone who is still alive. Even if I'm completely wrong and there's no chance of reconciliation, I set my pride aside, and go see people from the past to say sorry, to let them say sorry, sometimes to be told to go fuck myself, but it makes me feel better. Takes the huge death lump out of my throat. And writing this helps too. Thanks RIP SW.

Secret Society

I'm ready to join and sign me up because I am tired of being on the team that never gets ahead and is always fighting a loosing battle. Tired I tell you ! I have knowledge that you can use and I can be quite handy and resourceful, given the right tools to work with. That's right applying for a job. Psssst It's in the vault.

I SAW YOU

Granville Island Public Market

You were by youself, I think. You wore light blue jeans and black shoes with tall wedge-like...

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