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I build disposable homes

I don't care about the quality of what I build anymore and neither does anyone I work with. Not my coworkers, not my boss and certainly not the developer that hired us. Whats the point? Sometimes the homes we build get left empty sometimes they just get flipped a bunch of times and sold to a foreigner. As long as it looks good when the buyers walk by everybody's happy. We may as well be building movie sets. I don't build with love anymore I build with hate, hate for the rich bastard who hired me to build a mansion just so he could sell it and make a bunch more money, hate for the system that has facilitated this kind of a market, and hate for myself that I have no choice but to continue to build poor quality luxury homes no one can afford to live in. I'm sorry really I am. Please don't buy anything built in last 10 years. Try to find one of those post-war homes that haven't been torn down yet. At least they were built by passionate tradespeople not broken hearted self-hating profiteers.

Crucified Heart

Sure, I suppose you did have my heart, but that doesn't mean you were ever entitled to it. You never owned me. You shouldn't have gone seeking to break it, just for the sake of breaking it. You should have just allowed me to keep moving on to someone that would have actually cared for me. Very heartless and cruel thing to do to another person. I hope you find the spiritual growth you need as a person, and hopefully change to be a better one.

Release...negative emotions

I am feeling overly annoyed with my current situation. Once released into the universe my level of negativity towards this person should dissolve, hopefully. I’m collaborating with another individual on a project, and it’s not going as well as it should be. They are within the category of, take all credit and creative ideas, and call them their own...while doing self promotion all at the same time. The level of selfies and look at me self promoting is making me feel really old, or really nervous for the future population.

Mr. Pibb and Love

I'm not sure if Mr. Pibb was ever available in Vancouver, but it was Coca-Cola's version of Dr. Pepper, just much much better. Then around 2001 tragedy struck and the name and taste changed and the beautiful thing that Mr. Pibb was became lost forever. Now, older and more knowledgeable about health, I don't even drink pop anymore, so I couldn't enjoy it freely like I did as a child even if it was possible to buy it. The same goes with my missed love connection. Even if it was possible that she and I could be a WE, I know more now, and know she's not right for me. But I still think about a lost feeling.

Love Stinks yeah yeah.

I was trying to date this temp at work. She was cute. Really nice. She kept brushing me off. I kept saying lets go for coffee and she would say sure. But it never happened. 3 months later she actually told me via text that she is dating our companys trainer. He is on salary. I am not. Oh well I guess she wanted a guy with more cash. I was nice about it. I texted back and said that I wish you both luck. But it kinda stings when that happens. The old I love them they dont love me scenario. Oh well. Plenty of fish in the sea. I think that I will stay away from women at work. But the problem is we meet so many beautiful people at work. Time to move on.

funding for transit and other infrastructure

Just by imposing a flat fee of $5 per month per cellular phone in Canada would bring in over a hundred million a month. Hardly anybody would notice the difference in their monthly phone bill (except the whining poverty activists) and there'd be more money than anyone could handle for a wide range of projects. Bridges , tunnels, freeways you name it! Only problem is that telecommunications revenue is a Federal piggy bank and the Feds aren't famous for doling the money out fairly once they've collected it

it's the poor people too

rich folks get a lot of crap in this city, as they should, given how the economy is and all. but as one of the poor residents of this city I can tell you it's not just them. there's a horrible crab mentality among the poorer folks. that's why anyone with a lick of talent and sense leaves Vancouver.


Yes, I'm in pain and I don't agree with any of it and I'm torn up over how it was done. But I want my ex to know that I love them and I want them to be well and happy. And I also want them to know that I don't much care about being with anyone else right now (nor for the foreseeable future); I'm working on myself properly for the first time in my life. I have an inkling that they think I'm focused on replacing them, and that couldn't be further from the truth. Anyway - it's too bad that we can't/shouldn't talk. I can't because of the pain, but it also hurts to think that I might live my life and die without ever speaking to them again. I sort of wish we could just read each other's minds and give each other a mental hug or something. But even that would hurt me.

What *I* hate about breakups...

...are people who promise the world and then run away when things get hard and then blame the other person.


Why are most of you sensitive people so scared to open/shut windows on the bus??? I just opened 2 and people behind me followed and opened 4 more. Why can’t you just open or shut them on your own? Why can’t you think of that yourself? And then put it into action. So many times I’ve neen on hot stuffy transit and NOT ONE person opens a window. I have to instruct someone to do it if I can’t. What is wrong with you people??

I once saw a fleet of UFOs

At Rideau Hall. Good hour of non stop objects translucent metallic blent into the sky only their outer circle visible. I grew tired of watching. Where was my cellphone when I needed it!?

Humans are disapointing

People don't change. They are who they are. They only thing that changes is their ability to hide it for a short period of time.

Fool for love

My ex gf told me that she isn’t happy. Fit, successful, healthy, beautiful, but not happy because she’s 34 and her life isn’t what she imagined it would be. She wants to have a family and she says it doesn’t look like it will happen soon though she’s been with her boyfriend for a few years. She calls me up when they’re having issues because “I’ve always felt like home”. I listen and support while holding my tongue from saying “I want that family with you”. That’s how it’s been the last 3 years while I’ve been single, hoping she will be single again too. Why do I love this woman so much when she isn’t choosing me? Maybe I made my bed when I let her go. It just wasn’t the right time. I want to tell her to be with me and she will be happy... but I don’t know if she sees it.

Mental Strenght

Is something that I've possessed without knowing it. Twice in my life women who I thought I would marry left me, I've been fired, screwed around, so broke I went to the food bank, lied to, and once had the city condemn my place and forced me out. In some of these situations I didn't have any control and some I did. In any case I found myself suddenly having to rearrange my life or figure things out on the fly. I never thought anything of it until I saw people going to pieces when bad things happen to them. I didn't think I was that strong mentally; but considering I'm doing ok and have made it through the bad things life gives me, I must be stronger than I thought.

It's not all about you

Ya I left and you're pissed at me. But it was you who kept making decisions regarding our relationship without telling me. If you're going to change the rules as we go, don't get mad at me for saying enough is enough.


The SkyTrain from Coq

I saw you really dark long jet black I think , but you walked toward me . I wonder were we both...


Savage Love: Men making mouth music mistakes

I was discussing my lack of oral sex with Sam and he said he’d be willing to “help me out”.