To the landlords of Halifax who prey on new and international students, naive to the world of rental properties - you are criminals. Your cunning and deceitful ads for "charming rooms in a character home" with rent far over priced for the decrepit state of the house, are only the first of many crimes. You further the assault on our student loans by conning us out of our damage deposits year after year for "garbage removal fees" for which we never received notices; endless cleaning hours post-move out, although the place never received such treatment; and then to have the audacity to "forward the bill for re-painting", after we covered up the hideous colours you selected to discourage male renters, only to return to the house months later to find the rooms untouched. You came to our house any time you pleased without notice and threatened to cease the never-ending yet always needed repairs if you had to give us the notice required by law. And you came to our house and drove around town drunk. Be ashamed of yourselves, you thieving slum landlords. —Exploited and Poor Student Renter

I can tell you're an angry little man by the way you carry yourself. You've never said anything to me when I see you in the hallway or the lobby, but you're always scowling and shuffling around like you've got a stick shoved up your ass. I've encountered your son (stepson?) several times in the lobby or outside the building, having been locked out. I don't much care for the way he dresses (flat brim hat, puffy coat, typical teenage attempt at facial hair) but that's more a matter of my personal opinion. He's always been very polite to me and is somewhat timid, perhaps embarrassed that he's not allowed in his home. Now, I don't know the circumstances surrounding his lockouts and it's none of my business, really. However, I work shift work and the last time I let him in the building it was 2 am and in the middle of one of those crazy snow storms we had. The kid is maybe 16. At least once a week I can hear you screaming at whoever it is you live with (I never hear anyone else, only you). Wether it's about your cigarettes or the place not being cleaned to your standards or how if your son does something one more time you're going to "knock his teeth out into the street". Man, do I feel sorry for the people who have somehow ended up stuck with you in their lives every day. You are a miserable, small, man. And contrary to what you were yelling today about how "this is my house and you just live here -- out there is the building, in here is mine" ... wrong, fucko. You own nothing. You pay rent and can be evicted at 2 weeks notice. I hope you find yourself alone and those two people who seem trapped with you find peace someday soon. You need to learn how to treat people. —Thin walls in Fairview

What's with all the twenty-somethings out there puffing incessantly on your e-cigarette... would it kill you to try a little willpower or effort and quit without the expensive contraption? How is sucking nicotine into your face 24/7 considered quitting anyway? You couldn't at least try the hard way first? Cmonnnnnn. —After 8 years I quit the hard way and it wasn't that hard.

More and more I am noticing pretty young twenty-something women who doll themselves up for dinner at a nice restaurant that have a DOUCHE BAG for a boyfriend. There is nothing more irritating than treating my lady to a nice dinner out than seeing a respectable and presentable young woman with a boyfriend who couldn't bother to wear PANTS. Seriously, you fucking douches, trade in your hoody, your surfer shorts, your sandals, and your seashell fuckwit necklace and put some CLOTHES ON when you go to a nice restaurant with your woman. Your woman looks nice, and you look HOMELESS. —My Mom Raised me RIGHT

Dear politicians and those who would be: This is what an apology looks like: "I'M SORRY. I FUCKED UP" Not, "I'm sorry you took it the wrong way." Not "I'm sorry but I had low blood sugar, the flu, the curse, bleeding piles, the vapours, the horribles or galloping bollockitis." Not "I'm sorry but I was sleep deprived" Not "I'm sorry, but Lisa was waterboarding me with white wine coolers at the cash bar" Just a simple , bare bones "I'm sorry. I fucked up" Until you master this simple yet seemingly unattainable skill you have no right to ever utter the phrase "Politics as usual" FUCKING NONE! —Ural Thesame

To the bald asshole in the red jacket who was playing musical chairs at Avengers last week and giving everyone attitude when he was repeatedly asked to relocate - your IMAX ticket has a seat number on it. If you can't figure out assigned seating, then maybe you should wait for the DVD next time. —ROW E, SEAT 9

I really love this coffee house but I miss them playing Tom Waits albums. The loss of Tom has been replaced by repetitive playings of Tallest Man on Earth and Father John Misty. This isn't a bad thing but Tom got me in the right place to work and create. Still love this place but it doesn't have the same vibe without Waits. Bring back Tom! I'll be "Waiting" —Just Another Caffiene Soaked City Dweller

A middle class family of four entered the store. The first item they selected was a large bag of grapes which they deposited in the rack at the back of the cart. All four of them immediately dove in and snacked on the grapes as they strolled through the store. I'm not sure how much was left by the time they got to the checkout to weigh them or what else they consumed in transit. Was this a: a harmless lark shared on a family outing? or, b: simple theft and a bad lesson in entitlement for the kids? —Captain Fantastic

I often feel pity for some when I walk virtually any modern Canadian city and see the psychically-squalid manifestations of modern material culture at work. I see people wearing their best poker faces, hiding the trembling and whimpering emotionally-starved infant deep inside. Eccentrics with loud fashion, feigning apathy yet really saying, subliminally, “Please notice me! I'm starving to death, am depressed and I'm freaking out! Look at how unique I am!'

I just can't believe how utterly pitiful and dysfunctional virtually everyone has become. I foresee terrible times ahead for this twisted race of beings. —The Watcher

Why are farmer's markets suffering? Dear, no bread in the world is worth that much. When you responded that the price of your lilies were $12 each is why her face soured and she walked away. You see, greed is powerful. Jack up the price too much and it goes from being quality to a plain old rip-off. Had the pickles been six dollars/jar I would have bought a couple jars, but I bought none because your greed over-balances the price. Yes, you sold some. Some. Imagine how many you could have sold. —Not Stupid