I was just asked to turn down my music by a roommate. Awwe muffin... You have a new job and you actually DO something now. Of course I have obliged, cause that's the way I am.

Now what about all the effin' nights of bitches trampling up the stairs in heels at all hours of the night while my 4yr old daughter tries to sleep? Or the endless amount of free house space you hog with all your groupies? Oh, what about every night you have these people over and insist on smoking weed and and cigarettes in the house when my daughter is over? Go fuck yourself.

I had lots of sleep, and have to get up at 5:30am, long before you. I'll be having 2 more beer, celebrating the Habs win, and the excess sleep I was fortunate to get. lmao ...oh I love this song... Grrrr —The volume increases one notch every song till I'm satisfied. :D

Fuck u 2 the punk who smashed my passenger side window on queen street last Sunday, fuck u, u punk bitch. I hope one day I'm walking home and catch you, as this is not the first mirror smashed on that street in less then a week.—r@ycarl

I read another bitch which just reminded me of my own annoyance:

I'm engaged to be married and have been pestered by a lot of my buddies for not having a stripper at the party.

I hate to break it to you guys but I'm not "whipped" simply because MY idea of celebrating our marriage doesn't involve getting lap dances from strange women. —Rather drink with my lady.

I hope you rot in hell you spineless wife poaching asshole. — Dubai

I would like to give a big "fuck you" to the dirty bum that came in to my shop last night and stole some of our tips. This man was banned from our store last summer for attempting to steal our tips before, bothering other customers for change, and he would also often go into the female washroom and, for whatever reason, light matches.

When my co-worker noticed him standing near our register, he demanded for him to get out. This man would NOT leave, so when my co-worker turned around for two seconds to go call the cops, this prick took change from our tip jar (that a customer standing in line promptly warned us of).

Fuck you, buddy! I don't get very much of those tips as it is. I don't think I'm wrong to be angry about this.—jdp21 wants his money back!

To the thugged out loser spray-painting the little shed on the Garrison Grounds by the CBC intersection the other night: YOU SUCK!

If I hadn't been afraid to approach you for fear you'd knife me or something, I would have told you to stop spray-painting that little structure. First of all, I'm pretty sad that I can't even stand up against something that's illegal in my own community because I'm afraid, and second, you're a fucking idiot.

I love street art, and it sucks that the city took the only space where people could express themselves, but spray-painting public property with ugly hard-to-remove squiggles isn't helping anybody. Your little act of "art" just made someone's day a little harder, and made a nice space look like an inner-city shithole. I would have called the cops if I had a cellphone so they could have caught you (literally) red-handed.

Get some respect for your environment, your neighbours, and yourself. If you want to make a political statement, do something productive, not something that diminishes the visual integrity of the city and makes other actual "street artists" look like hooligan vandal-gangsters. —RESPEK

Why the fuck is it that you could own something (car, bike, scooter... whatever) for years, and the fucking DAY you're supposed to be selling it you scratch/drop/fuck something up on it??? ARGH —Girl screaming obscenities at her own stupidity.

To the older woman who tried to slip a note under our door: I saw you as you scampered away like a coward. How dare you heap all your resentment from a year of living in a shitty apartment on Quinpool Road on us? First of all, none of it's true. Last Saturday we had our first get-together since we moved in September in honour of our new roommate. There were only ten of us, we had no music playing and we were gone by midnight. As a result, you've chosen to blame us for broken beer bottles in the alley, guys pissing by your window, the parties hosted by the gentlemen in the flat across from us and the "loud conversations" you're constantly subjected to. Hello! You live directly on Quinpool Road next to a bar! We're all girls and can hardly be accused of pissing on your window! Although it would quite a feat if we did.

Also, calling us "bimbos" and repeatedly swearing at us is hardly the way to approach the situation. It's incredibly offensive and immediately discredits you. If you had an issue with the noise levels in the building you could have contacted us or spoken to the landlord like a normal person. We would have been completely receptive, as we're all reasonable and understanding girls who realize we need to respect others in the building. Instead, you've chosen to be completely passive aggressive. We're not interested in having your bitterness, loneliness and resentment build up and explode on us!

It's disturbing that a grown woman could have composed a letter like that. Next time, sign your name so we can discuss this like adults. —Quinpool "Bimbos"

Or, in a word, Repetitive; I know it is easy to pick on, but that's perhaps because it is a large, incessant, pervasive din on a loop. Good luck to any artist this elephantine, cloying lump sinks its teeth into; Vampire Weekend has now become the most despised sound to ever have entered our home; you'd think Horchata is the only piece they'd ever produced! Play some freekin' B sides; hell, play some A sides, mais change ta cris de disque, tabarnac!

Man, you guys are a real dirge, and yes, I'm sure, some dead-weight union burden is part of it, but come on!!! Also, please, please, please stop incessantly "thanking" us for being there, we're not really there. What else? Oh yes, a huge middle finger up your bovine ass for not (ever) broadcasting the Habs... there, that feels better already! —Yvanquoi

What a good boy am I... so it's off to Sackville and Grafton for a small lunch... BLT and fries..."d'yawan cheese on that?"... sure... and so, sandwich okay, basic, but WTF!...

Two bucks extra for the processed cheese slice?! TWO dollars for ONE plastic wrapped cheese slice! I want to say someone needs their head examined... but it was the good boy who paid the bill. —Cheesed Off