How this single, lonely Vancouver guy spent the long weekend:
1) Doing laundry and cleaning up my apartment
2) Grocery shopping
3) Reading these confessions
4) Browsing for porn and masturbating to it
5) Oh, and exercising at the gym, going for a run, catching up on my PVR'd TV shows, and dinner with family. This is the only thing about the long weekend that I post on social media, or tell my coworkers tomorrow if they ask.
I saw a video today which purported to show a woman who appears to have a substance abuse problem being confronted by a man who is claiming she is stealing from cars. My first thought was, "So what? You deserve it you scumbag." but I started to think a bit more deeply, and I realized that I still thought "So what? You deserve it you scumbag."
The only honest ethical consumption under capitalism comes from stealing from tech worker's cars. So, the next time you pick up an organic green juice at Whole Foods, just consider how much better it would taste if you got it out of the grocery bag in the Honda Civic outside.
The professionalism it must take for the doctors and nurses to take care of that Brampton father who killed his 11 year old daughter.
I ‘d have a hard time not smothering the fucker with his own pillow.
Hehe. That's a funny name. I don't see why he is protecting the magistrate Trudeau from reality though.
I can't stop thinking about the fact that my neighbours hear my every move. I know that is part of apartment living, and it goes both ways. But it just feels like I have no privacy. I have strangers in all directions who hear every time I turn on the water or take a step or play music or go out or make dinner or laugh or whatever. I feel kind of imprisoned, I would like to whistle and a sing all day but I don't because they will hear me. It's not their fault, I'm sure it's mutual and I probably inhibit myself more than I need to. I just don't see a light at the end of the tunnel because I don't see how I could ever afford to live in a detached dwelling. How do you deal with it?
If you’re paying them to check your coat, you’d think they could zip it up at least instead of getting you to do it. Weak sauce Vancouver coat-checksters. ... I guess that’s the level of qualification you need for that line of work though.
My cat owns my sock drawer. Some days when I get home from work, I'll find my drawer open with socks strewn all over the floor in my bedroom, and even out in the hallway. One or two sometimes show up on the couch because she likes carrying them to her favourite spot near the window. I wonder if she looks out of it with a sock in her mouth. On these days I usually find her on my bed nomming on the end of one like a bunny (she certainly looks like one with her white fur) chewing on a carrot. And she looks up at me when I come in as if she's done nothing naughty and gets all purry. I totally give up. I'm just going to leave the drawer open for her. Maybe I should buy her some of her own? Who knew cats liked socks so much? I love her to bits, but sometimes she's such a weirdo.
It's becoming mainstream and PC.
Consent and discussing limits is #1 importance, but now you hear more and more about the politics and scent free environment, etc.
For something that was never PC, it's ultra PC now.
You took my name (and a lot more!)
I love and think of you everyday.
I have zero regrets ( occasionally I desire you to back into me and to have you near)
We are but the moments we share.
Aren't set up for 5 people, barely take an advance booking, sometimes won't stop, won't go to certain places because "it's the end of my shift", and sometimes the credit card machine is mysteriously broken forcing cash.
All of this is adding up to a general frustration with people. If you guys are trying to stop Uber you better try something else. Being difficult to clients isn't working.