Today is my little wiener dog's 1st birthday and I am so blessed to have him. He's my best friend and the sound of his little stub feet melt my heart. Jake you have been such a great addition to our family. I never knew I could love something as much as I love you. You're the best Christmas present I have ever received. Love you forever, paws crossed. —Jake's Mom

To my best friends, I know we've all separated now that university has started for us, but thank you for being there for me when I needed you. I love you girls more than anything and it makes me proud to say that I we have been friends for the last 9 or so years. —Your Friend Always

To the gentleman who has a class in the Dunn building on Thursdays around 4:30. Thank you for stopping to make sure I was okay and asking if I needed you to call someone for me last Thursday when I was sick in the hall. It's people like you that give me hope for humanity's wellbeing. I owe you. —Sick Girl

To the young woman who, when you heard me calling desperately for help, climbed over the fence. Thank you. You didn't panic, you went out to wait for the paramedics. The woman is out of hospital and is fine. You did great. —Person in Swimming Pool

Almost every night for the past few months, I've noticed a low hanging bright object in the dark night sky over Halifax... always the same trajectory path. Is it Venus or Jupiter or what? —Halifax Stargazer

I got butterflies when you looked into my eye on your way to the back this evening. I enjoy seeing you almost everyday. You seem very interesting and sweet. Even though we may never talk to each other, hi! —Hiding the Give Away Smile

Having only just read your post (dated Sept. 27th), I now beg your forgiveness for not answering earlier. I could never have imagined that such a gorgeous and wonderful woman as you could feel that way about me, and no man alive could have read your flattering words and not be overwhelmed with emotion and such heart-wrenching anxiety as I now feel. Following our previous encounter, I had feared I had been too quick to refuse and soon despaired over what might have been, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. I afterwards mistook your “aloofness and standoffish coolness” for genuine dislike and felt it best that I disturb you as little as possible. But make no mistake, Goddess, I want you too; so badly, in fact, that it now hurts me to think I may have waited too long and lost you forever. I love you. I adore you. I worship you. You need not feel shy around me. I live and breathe but by your will and whim, and just thinking of you makes my heart skip a beat and sets me shaking like a leaf. If you still want me – for one night or a thousand and one nights – my earlobes and all points between are yours for the asking. Sadly, I know no other way of contacting you than this message board. So, if you are still interested, I ask that you come and find me: tap me on the shoulder, pass me a note – anything! Every day I spend apart from you now is torture, and even if we are very different, the depth of our feelings for each other, I feel, deserves exploring. I eagerly await your reply. —Babylon

I doubt these blogs would be this much fun without their trusty pack of loyal followers, commenting diligently on every post like a demented pack of late-night tv critics. What is a bitch if no one bitches about it? And it's not even worth bitching about it if someone doesn't come in and bitch about the bitch about the bitch? This whole blog has become a fractal of good natured bitchiness and my workday would suck complete ass without it. Thank you bitches. —Another Bitch

Dear girl who shared her umbrella with me while we waited at the bus stop the other day - you are a gem. Thanks for being so sweet. —Other Bus Girl

You’re a beautiful young blonde with soft sexy brown eyes. You often come to the eateries at Scotia Square (though not nearly enough for me) and sit alone, eating your bag of vegetables. You wear no rings, but are always impeccably dressed, often in a cute little black dress I would love to see on the back of my door. I have so often wanted to come and share lunch with you, to get to know you, to find out why you sometimes look sad and lonely. You’ve looked over at me a few times, but I am older and I’m sure not even in your gaze. I just wanted to thank you for brightening up so many lunchtimes for me. —A Guy Too Timid for his Own Good I Guess