I own 3 houses in Vancouver and the government expects me to pay another six thousand dollars a year in taxes because of the value of the properties exceeding a predetermined threshold. This is absolutely unacceptable. Its just another example of robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. Money will probably go to vending machines for illegal drugs or more naloxone for drug addicts who can't stop overdosing.
I can well afford to pay this tax but I am fundamentally against the message its sending. You shouldn't punish hard working people for being successful.
I worked extremely hard for this wealth and its wrong to punish me for being successful.
I'm going down to start a protest out front of the Vegexpo. Those vegans are so judgemental. Who's going to join me?
Everytime I see the Victoria's secret store off of Robson, I take it as such a huge eyesore. I really miss the HMV, and the act of going to a media store, viewing the product in my hand, and purchasing from a clerk who will shoot the breeze with you about obscure music factoids or whatever else. There was a community vibe.
Now, it's a distribution center for strips of cloth that barely cover female (mostly) genitalia. Huge contrast! Maybe it's the contrast that bugs me the most: from something that brings me joy, to something that...err...yah. I would be more appeased if they had not turned it into a vs, but maybe a pub/brewing company.
But I get it. Supply and demand and the nature of economics. A sad reminder that the world keeps on moving despite my mind wanting to hold onto things.
But then again you're really good at that, aren't you? You feel safe and happy surrounded by other losers with no future, because at the moment they're all still relatively young and attractive and fun. Ten years from now I'm sure you'll feel differently - when you're all aging with health problems, still stuck in the same meaningless, unfulfilling, dead-end jobs that you hate, with debt and no savings and no future, working late nights and drinking at the same bars afterwards. You're pathetic and I'm glad I don't know you anymore.
That kiss my grits! was code for kiss my tits!?
The confessions have made me angry, so I am going vegetarian to protest biological meat matter. I am slowly replacing my body with vegetable components to live a fulfilling and healthy vegetarian lifestyle.
It is day two and I just ate an enormous amount of little eggs instead of a few eggs to get the equivalent protein.
These chickens need to be fed more... I am getting hungry.
I need to make an impact on the world. Therefore, I am going to invoke the softness and sensitivity of my generation to silence any potential dissenting opinion— and create a true north strong but unfree.
I am so liberal and educated!
*ahem, sarcasm, cough cough*
I hope people realize an openness of ideas is our only hope to keeping Canada free, liberal, and happy. I am getting sick and tired of the thought-police showing up at my parties and telling me how to think because they haven’t been able to separate fiction and non-fiction in their literature degree.
If you do a literature degree, do literature— or else get a politics degree.
Not much time left. I can sense it. I'm not scared. No regrets, no wishes. My best friend will take care of everything. i can't recall any bad memories, only happy ones. I'm spending my days listening to my favourite music and writing memories and thoughts to my family and love ones. I don't want to see them at the moment. I know it is selfish, but right now i need tranquility and familiarity of my house. I don't want to fly off hospital bed. I hate hospitals.
I was raised with financial stability but emotional chaos and the normalization of volatility absolutely plays out in my adult life if I am not careful. One of my parents was responsible and the other was a deadbeat. I had a good but very challenging time dealing with my family of origin.
How many people in the world had "normal" childhoods? How many of us are direct results of the toxic atmospheres or incidents? How many of us had hard times with parents who also had hard lives growing up?
I think we cover up our formative conflicts so we don't come across as weak or foolish but by burying it we make it harder to get away from what is hurting us by repeating old patterns.
Wasted a ticket to my favourite band's last show on someone who didn't deserve it. If I could go back in time I'd never have offered it to them. Heck, I'd not have offered any of the things I did. Fuck you.
I am single and seem to contribute more to a culture that benefits couples, married or otherwise....I pay a single supplement when traveling as rates are based on double occupancy. I pick up the slack at work for people who leave early and come in late to take their kids to piano, ballet, soccer, baseball, hockey, etc. I get tasked with taking care of aging parents because I am assumed to have the most time on my hands. When going to parties, I bring the same the same amount of food/drink a family brings. When I pass, my life's work of money goes to the government. Life in unfair.
Caring for each other...
I want the Winnipeg Jets to be eliminated from the Stanley Cup playoffs
Short of reading business and technology news, I'd really love a bunch of sources that are just the raw, unadulterated facts, without the sensationalist B.S that is injected into every story depending on the perspective and political leanings of the media engine that housed it, let alone the journalist. It gets very tiresome leapfrogging to different companies and sources, trying to get to the essence of the truth and forming my own opinions. Maybe one day, we'll have that automatic, unbiased source... For now, I dream.