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on Sat, Dec 24, 2016 at 7:00 AM
People – you are supposed to cut and remove the big stitches in the pleat of your jacket or skirt before you wear them! They are only to keep the pleat flat while they are being shipped. Good clothing stores used to take them out for customers when the item was purchased – you should take them out yourself. If you leave them in, it prevents the pleat from functioning – which is to provide ease in the garment, and looks bad! –Fine tailor from way back
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on Sat, Dec 24, 2016 at 4:00 AM
Why are all of the apartments listed under the "city of Halifax" tag on kijij located in Timberlea, Elmsdale, and Sackville? Isn't that was the "Halifax" location tag is for? I've been trying to find a place in the North end for months now and it's damn near impossible. I don't have a car, and I have to get to work before the buses start running. And I don't feel like walking from Elmsdale to downtown at 4 in the morning. –Carless crybaby
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on Sat, Dec 24, 2016 at 4:00 AM
White hipster scum that’s very good at fake empathy and slandering. only in halifax can this be called journalism. —Idontwantanypartinyourwar
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on Fri, Dec 23, 2016 at 11:28 AM
How can we create a network where men warn each other of charming females that have an insane amount of emotional baggage and are manipulative? Something like Facebook but the profiles are of women to steer clear of. —Done w ur shit
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on Fri, Dec 23, 2016 at 4:00 AM
I have enough stress from this time of year, trying to do those last minute tasks that can’t be done in advance. I don’t own a car, so I depend on Halifax Transit to get around. Hfx Transit is so f*cked up. As the best of times, I waste an hour a day making connections. This week I got on one of the buses with that asinine audio messaging system!!!!! What a total cluster F*CK!!!! It blasts out message about the upcoming stops, based on street names. If you know the street name, wouldn’t you have the f*cking intelligence to know where your stop is???? We managed for decades without it, we learned how to plan our trips. Today we have the advantage of online maps, and they now include the transit stops. Has the combined IQ of the general population sunk to the bottom of the harbour?? Have all these zombie shows on TV prepared us for the surge of braindead zombies among us???
After a day of shopping, I developed a headache and had to take a bus home. It really is a total clusterF*ck. You can’t talk to anyone with the constant bitchy interruptions, you can’t talk on your phone. I tried to force myself to relax, but the asinine computer voice pushed my headache to migraine status. When I thought of all the things that I had left to do this week, I couldn’t do it. At that moment, I thought’ F*ck it, it’s absolutely not the most wonderful time of the year. I refuse to participate in this shitty social pain in the ass called Xmas. FOREVER.
So you will not be getting gifts from me. Only a simple card with this message:
I wish you Happy Holidays. Enjoy time with your friends and family. But Halifax Transit has killed the holiday spirit for me. Hfx transit has become a huge mess, and now the audio messaging has made bus travel very uncomfortable. I have decided that I MUST get a car. From this point forward, I will be using the money used to buy all gifts, to buy and maintain a car. Not just xmas gifts, all gifts. I place full blame on management at Hfx Transit.
Merry F*CKING Xmas. —Scrooge you, Hfx Transit
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on Fri, Dec 23, 2016 at 4:00 AM
I work in a greasy dive part time. Never in my life have I encountered a more dysfunctional group of people,. I just want to vent and say I hate these people. I hate being around them-their attitudes are so shitty I feel like I am standing in a pit of stinking, hung over, coked out human misery. When the owner does have a heart attack one of these losers is gonna collect on a bet. That's right, these people bet on a man's life coming to an abrupt and hopefully comical end. The worst people I have ever known. When I am there quietly doing my job and ignoring you fucks know that I hate you all as much as I possibly can. —Addicted to the cash
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on Thu, Dec 22, 2016 at 4:00 AM
Guys that use women for free emotional labour can go fuck themselves. I am not here to carry your baggage. You can pay for that instead of sucking me in and making me pity you. —Not your therapist
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on Thu, Dec 22, 2016 at 4:00 AM
Must be interesting. I'd like to look around in the tinted glasses that you're using to view the world around, but just for a day. It's not your fault, you've been brainwashed. Your fake 'degree' in women and gender studies has made everyone your enemy. Not because of anything we've done; ffs most of us just want to get on with our day without hearing your CONSTANT pleas for sympathy or having to endure one of your grandiose accusations. People naturally just want to get along with other people, but you've already decided that half the people you work with are your enemy. —So now I am one
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on Thu, Dec 22, 2016 at 4:00 AM
How can we create a network where women warn each other of charming guys that have an insane amount of emotional baggage and are manipulative? Something like Facebook but the profiles are of douchebags to steer clear of. —Done w ur shit
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on Wed, Dec 21, 2016 at 4:00 AM
To the 20-something couple that thought it was okay to bring a toddler to the movies was a good idea, well it wasn't. I felt sorry to the people that were in your vacinity. Then half way through the movie, if it wasn't enough annoying the audience with your whiny little carbon based unit, you bring the little darling over to our side of the theatre to annoy the rest of us.
You must have been in and out with the little angel half a dozen times, trying to calm him down.
Here’s a marvel idea....ever hear of a baby sitter? —May the Force be with me
