Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I love the last Friday of every month. This last one in particular 'cause you helped liberate my feet and I've been bare foot since. Well the shoes will have to go on at some point but until then...Thanks for the space in your basket and I'd love to be able to return the favour or at least see your flashing smile again. You made that ride way more fun! —Waterfront Hotspot Guy
I never thought that you were a real, living, feeling human being, but a hazy dream that I could barely remember. But no, you're real, 100%. Everytime I feel as though you were just my imagination, just the person that I would love to love, you show up, I bump into you, you bump into me. And now I think I'm convinced that you aren't a thought, but reality. I hope one day to tell you exactly how I feel, but until that day comes, I'll be waiting to bump into you again! —Gallery Girl with the Bike
Monday, August 29, 2011
YESSSS! I am so glad we talked about "us", drunkenly, but so necessary. I feel infinitely better knowing that we understand each other as well as we do - even if other people misunderstand us all the time. I love you so much, and now you know exactly how, and I'm so excited for the coming year. xo, always. —Great White
On Saturday night, I went out for the first time in a couple months. As the regular DD, I was so excited to get my drink on that I left my keys in my car door for almost 6 hours after that! I remember looking for my keys while considerably smashed - not looking to drive, just to make sure I had them before I left - and promptly freaking out because I figured I had left them somewhere stupid.
Amazingly, the keys were still in my car door, the doors were locked, nothing was taken, and my car hadn't been touched! YOWZA.
Halifax, you are full of the best people, it would have been only too easy to take advantage of a situation like that. Haligonians - YOU ROCK. And have my eternal gratitude. And love. —Little Red Drunk
Hope you're enjoying your omelet, I just wanted to let you know that I love you and that you mean the world to me Missy... Now look up from the paper and give me that smile that I love. —Lumberjack Husband
To the SUV mom at the grocery store today. The parking lot was very crowded and you left your cart blocking the only available space for my car. I had to get out of the car and move the cart, and you were still around so I gave you the evil eye.
Thank you for rolling down your window. You said, "If I knew that this was going to affect you, I never would have done it. I'm sorry"
That was a great thing that you did, it melted my anger and put me into a better mood for hours.
We sometimes forget that the inconsiderate things that happen to us are not personal. I thank you for making it personal. And I pledge not to be so quick to draw any conclusions the next time it happens. —Touched By a Sincere Apology
I came home drunk and you knew right away. So I ended up telling you I was drunk and that I smoke weed as you were rolling a joint with your friend. Stupid on me, of course you already knew. I asked for some and you said no, eventually you gave in. I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. Thanks for being awesome and thanks for not telling mom and dad. —Little Sister
To the girl who sells the pasties at the market on Saturday morning: your voice is as sweet as honey and your beauty and infectious laugh catches my eye every weekend. Thanks for lighting up my day. —Cheese and Onion Pasty Guy
To the girl who wears a kilt and has one dreadlock in her hair... I think I love you. Your style and humour is so amazing and your perverted jokes get me sexually aroused. I hope to see you again soon on the bus.
xoxo —The Stalker in da Back
With a #1 combo meal in one hand and a large iced tea in the other, using my knee to hold open the Coast newspaper box on Quinpool wasn't a good idea. With slapstick precision, the door of the box slammed on my index finger. Yow! Fortunately, the half-litre of ice in the iced tea kept the swelling down for the next hour. Thanks, I'll never complain about too much ice again. —Icy Finger