I don't work for the Govt. so I don't have a gold plated pension waiting for me. The only way I may be able to "retire" at 75 or whatever is to sell my home that I'm slaving away to pay for.
B2ten spends millions to create an Olympic athlete. #poorpeoplecouldusemillionstoo.
Downtown Vancouver is so magnificent with the high-rise buildings beautifully lit up at nighttime. Y'know. Just for the fun of it. Wouldn't it be great to sponsor the education of a young person aging out of foster care? Y'know. Help them out. Just for the fun of it.
It's ironic how they have them here in the Georgia Straight Confession s as well as peoples Facebook posts
The irony alright
The Robert Lee Downtown YMCA installed new shower heads. Fellow members: if you don't like them, go shower at home. At least you have two showers. Some people have none. Stop taking up valuable pool space with nothing else to do Other than stand around and complain about "not enough water."
A few years ago, I was visiting my parents at their place with my girlfriend. On the second day we were there some friends of my parents came over with their little dog. The dog was cute and all and was pretty much their child since they couldn’t have children of their own. They would talk on and on about how smart the dog was and such a picky eater, he wouldn’t be caught with any generic dog food, only the special expensive stuff they bought was his taste.
I still haven’t told them that I caught the dog in our bathroom chewing on my GF’s used tampon like it was a piece of steak. Or the fact that I later saw the wife giving her dog a kiss on the mouth, special food my ass.
Just came home from vacation. I have nothing to hide but believe in privacy and my roommate has been through a bunch of shit in my room. I'd like to smack him upside the head. He obviously went through my laundry bin (panty sniffer?) and read through my journals. Again though, nothing to hide. It's just creepy and I feel violated. I wonder what he was hoping to achieve.. I'm moving.
Actually think that they're in a gang.
Whenever I tried to end things, you would charm me back to you.
The last time we were together you and I made plans and talked about our want to spend time together.
Then you became distant. Then you stopped responding altogether. Then you finally called me and I was so happy to hear from you. But you only called to tell me you couldn’t see me any longer.
I appreciate that you finally spoke to me and shared your feelings and said goodbye instead of simply disappearing.
But I confess I am still hurt and have not been able to turn my emotions off of you. I miss you but I am also confused by your behaviour. Why did you keep holding on and charming me back just to dump me once I finally let you in. I waiver between heartbreak and anger. I wish that I could see you one more time in person to have my say...but now you will not answer my messages. You are a master at ignoring the things you don’t want to face.
Had a dream that Christy Clark was in prison and i was her very mean jailer. Woke up feeling guilty, till i had my morning coffee and gave my head a shake , now i think of it as a good dream.
Is it so bad that I am no longer in love with the man that has loved me, supported me for the past year of our relationship? He is so thoughtful, kind and caring but so many factors have made it increasingly hard to overlook. He is twenty years my senior, was previously married and has two kids. My friends and family are not the most supportive. I feel the pressures of being this much younger than him more than ever before.
I wonder if I am being an ungrateful brat for not wanting to keep going with him. He taught me so much about relationships and self-love. But I know we won't walk this path of life together for long. There is too much uncertainty from both of us.
You were the only one who could ever put my feelings into words.
Please come back. I miss your friendship.
I'm so ashamed by the way I treated my husband - the best husband ever- during the first year of our marriage. All the anger I didn't and can't express toward my physically, mentally and emotionally abusive parents came out in waves of hatred. I told myself I'd keep pushing until he walked out that door...but he never did. My parents are out of our lives now but that wasn't the turning point. I finally began seeing a counselor this year and SO. MUCH. HAS. CHANGED. So, more than a confession, this is a plea for those of you out there bogged down by despair - help is out there.
Here is to year 2. Love you forever, best friend. Thank you for never giving up on me.
Sorry I can no longer see you because it's your dream to be on stage or screen. Celebrity is a form of mental illness, you must be crazy.
I had a dream that you and I were on the beach with both our sets of parents standing at our sides. We couldn’t start the ceremony because I was balling my eyes out. Everyone was saying that it was okay and I need to calm down but I couldn’t. I was hysterical. You held me as I fell to the sand looking up at your green eyes, apologizing for everything. My seafoam green dress blew in the wind while I crumpled. I woke up in tears. I’m sorry and I still love you. I always will. I know you do too. Some day...