Dear Neighbors; Smoke inside your own damn apartment. Do you think it's fair that I have to close my living room windows on a hot summer evening so you can enjoy your smoke on the front steps and avoid stinking up your own apartment? No, it won't kill me. But it's fucking gross. How about if I set up my campstove right under your window and boil up a batch of sauerkraut? Would you like that? At the very least, have the courtesy to move away from other people's windows. Fuck.

---Stuffy

When you first opened, I was really excited. "Classy place," I remember thinking, "Now that my other favourite place is gone, maybe THIS will be MY STORE."

There you were in the checkout line ahead of me in the 24-hour supermarket on Windsor. Your beautiful face, with its perfect peaches and cream complexion, was framed by your beautifully styled and cut reddish-brown hair. Your figure was shown off tastefully in your Lululemon stretch pants and white sweater. I was entranced by your sophisticated look, your natural beauty, your lovely green eyes and your perfect smile. Your purchases were even worthy of note -- the organic veggies, the lactose-free milk, the dried fruit and nut mix, everything healthy and nutritious, no junk food for you. You obviously are intelligent enough to have a good job to pay for the premium food and clothing. Then you opened your stylish purse to pay for your purchases and there it was, incongruously -- the pack of Benson and Hedges you are never without. Why? I can forgive dabbling in the habit during your university days, but you are undoubtedly on the other side of 30 now. You know better. Why, dear beauty, why? My illusion disappeared, like a puff of the smoke with which you befoul your no-longer-perfect lungs. The inconsistency you demonstrate by your choices baffles me.

---Baffled Admirer

Is there anyone halfway competent in charge in this city? Between the malfunctioning shit plant and the permanent crater on Fenwick street, I'm starting to wonder. For Christ's sake, Germany and Japan were rebuilt faster after WW II than this city can repair a fucking sewer pipe !

--- sick from the stench

Because of you, my husband's life is ruined. You first saw him 3.5 years ago and you just keep send him for MRIs, 18 months between each appointment. You just shrugged about the results and said there was an anomoly but never explained further. My husband cannot walk and is in CONSTANT back and leg pain, you have never given him any reason for his condition and dismissed him until our GP insisted for another appointment. Well, you bastard, my husband is completely demoralized, bitter and depressed over the appalling way you treated him. You never even listened to one thing he had to say about the car accident or the fall that put him in this condition. You just booked another fucking MRI which you told him this morning might take a year.

--- I hope you lose your fucking practice, you useless quack.

This is for all of the people who keep their purse or other belongings on the seat next to them on the bus when a lone passenger is searching aimlessly for an empty seat. MOVE IT! It is ignorant and if they don't speak up and tell you I will!

To many of the parents who let their kids terrorize the many birds at the public gardens, FUCK OFF. I am there almost every day on my lunch break and have to put up with your little kid (who probably doesn't know any better) running around chasing birds all over the park. Not only does it disrupt what I try to make a peaceful lunch break, more importantly it is cruel and mean to the birds.

It's a real good lesson your teaching your kids, pick on and scare the shit out of things which are smaller and weaker than you.

---Horrornothology

I hate when guys stare at me and look me up and down, and then when I return the flirt they get all nervous and look away. To the guy in Starbucks this morning...I was practically taking my panties off and handing them to you....you totally could have had me...oh well...your a wimp.

---wimp hater

Sadly, effective August 25 there will no longer be an outreach program operating out of Bryony House, due to lack of funds. Bryony House is NS's Largest shelter for abused women and children and now will no longer be able to help the women and children who are not currently staying at the shelter.

---A concerned exresident

What's up with the brake, brake, braking when you see my headlights in your rearview mirror.