Teaching shouldn't be a mattress for your ego and respect isn't a one way street. You were both unnecessarily short and rude to me today and I didn't appreciate it. Talk to me like a fricking adult with fulling functional hearing next time. —Silks Play

Every night is an exercise in misery; every morning a struggle. Groggy and filled with loathing, I drag myself around the apartment in a haze, struggling to make my brain function, and dreading the ineffectualness that will follow as I attempt to get through another work day. I have the wonderful construction company to thank for this--the one that received an exemption from a municipal by-law governing after hours noise (someone in the city office truly had their empathy cap on the day that decision was handed down.) Each night, it's such a treat to see the boys rolling on down to my neighbourhood, with their flood lights, and generators, and concrete saws, and jack hammers. It's such a joy to lie awake as the area directly outside my windows is reduced to rubble until dawn. They regret the inconvenience, they say. They want to thank me for my co-operation. Go fuck yourself. You, and the city planners who have overseen this nonsense. Co-operation implies I was made aware of the situation, or had some say in it. You merely turned up on my door step and let the concrete fly. By the way--I read the notice granting your company that by law exemption. It explicitly states that it is contingent on residents being given a 48 hour notice before you destroyed all manner of our sanity. The letter that was shoved under my door (the day AFTER your crews started their over night shifts.) might not have been dated, but it sure as hell wasn't sent 48 hours prior to this shit show. Fuck you, and the jack hammers you rode in on. —Slowly Going Crazy

Why do people think it's cool to put their filthy shoes on couches, chairs and also, seats in buses??? The soles of your shoes are covered in all the filth that's on the street and then you go and put them where people have to sit. What is wrong with you? That goes for parents who let their kids stand on the bus seats too. I know it's really tough for a lot of you, but try to have a little regard for other people and keep your feet on the floor where they belong. If they were meant to be on the seat they would be attached to your ass. —Fed up

Hello people of Halifax. I hope you are having a great day, unless you are the person who stole my bike last night. Let's back it up actually. Not only did you steal my bike, but you actually went to the trouble of removing the pole that was firmly in the ground so you could steal the bike. Did you take the nice time to scope it out and see I had not been on it in a few days? To my horrible fault I have anxiety and did not want to be on the road when I felt worked up. A true crime of course. Thank you for considering that my roommates did not want a bike in the apartment and I had nowhere else to put it. And thank you for being so nice and assuming that a bike locked to a pole was yours to take. I mean, duh, we all learned that motto at one point or another. Sadly I am a good person so I won't wish that karma takes its hands out on you. At the same time I would not be sad if it did. Thanks for being a quality HRM citizen. —I hate people

People that complain about the heat piss me off. Are they effin' for real? We had maybe 9 snowstorms this past winter! It can go to 50c for all I care...come on global meltdown. —thanks for angst

To the five guys who revved their bike engines at me as I was walking home alone at 3am; fuck you and learn some respect. Way to make a girl feel comfortable. —Mandy Grim Reaper

My hard-earned dollars have to be stretched and pulled to cover just the basics, so when I have a little extra I desire to go somewhere where my presence matters and is appreciated for both my time and money. No, I am not in the popular group of socials often applauded in your establishment; rather just one of those hard working people trying to make a living in Halifax and enjoy a good music outing from time to time. I used to go out to support your business and was acknowledged by a few of your staff (thankful you have those friendly faces), but you as the owner never said a word unless broached by me first to discuss the fantastic singer/songwriters and that speaks volumes. You could build your business if you focused some of your attention on the unfamiliar faces instead of complaining about what people aren't doing to make your business successful. Everybody is hurting and needs some love. Seriously. —I prefer constructive criticism instead of bitcher

To those who cut people off in the crosswalks; to those who leave raw meat in the chip aisle to rot; to those who call me an "ugly bitch" when I turn down your advances; to those who leave their dogs in hot cars; to those who treat the world like their personal trash cans; thank you. Thank you for giving me confidence. Thank you for helping me learn to accept myself. Because no matter what I do in life, whether I achieve my dreams or fail miserably, I know I will never be as much of an asshole as you. And that makes me more comfortable with myself than success ever will. —Not a saint, but not an asshole

If riding my bike inconveniences you, you still don't have the right to endanger my life. Ask the last two people I had fined. —Nightmare Cyclist

I can tell by now that you are interested.. can't you tell by now that I am not? If there ever was a chance at me being even remotely attracted to you , it died when I saw you were too cowardly/shy/much of a pussy to ask me where the light roast coffee beans were and instead walked around for 5 minutes trying to find them. I know everyone has their 'type', and I'm sorry to inform you that I don't want to date a man that is a bigger pussy than what I have in between my legs (ZIING). And please stop following me on break. —Fuck off. This air is taken.