This is a bitch and a love. I love this café so much. They are really awesome. But they play the same Tom Waits album—over and over and over—every single time I'm there. It's too much. It's way too grating. It's like sandpaper rubbing all over my mind, so I just leave. —Love You Still

Hey boyfriend,
YOU'RE fat. Not me. Yeah, you. You know that gut you've had for three years, the one you keep saying you can get rid of in a week? Still there! So sometimes I eat more than you, and that grosses you out? Ever consider that I might just be hungry sometimes? I exercise—you don't. I watch what I eat—you don't. I've put on 10 pounds in the last three-and-a-half years, and now I'm not hot enough to activate your sexual animal instinct? (Also, what animal instinct are we talking about? A gerbil? Cause it's never really been all that wild.)
You don't give head; you complain about everything; you're neurotic and self-absorbed, and we've had sex a handful (a handful!) of times in the last year. Now you're going on about how “we don't communicate.” Guess what? I listened to you, and all you had to say was that our sexual issues (your sexual issues) are because I'm not fit enough for you, oh master of fitness and moderation. Wow. I have put up with a lot of your shit, but this is too much. And the worst thing is, I'm not fat at all. This is just classic issue-avoidance. But you still made me feel like a worthless piece of garbage (funny, you do that a lot). So...I'm taking my fat ass and waddling out of your life. You, and your bad breath, bad attitude and bad manners are just not worth it. —Shoulda Tapped That Fat Ass

Here's to the people who take the time to put their doggies’ poo in a bag and then leave it there...On the ground. What the fuck is wrong with you? —Poo Picker Upper

Don't you love when a big company buys you out? Says they will make your business better, and then they close you down. Well, all I have to say is FUCK YOU ASSHOLES and goodbye to the fresh smell that left the city smelling so good. —Baker Boy

Love how the city comes by and widens the street at midnight. After the warm day yesterday, the snow became saturated with water, overnight the temperature plunges. The people wake up and head out to start their day and find two feet of SOLID ice chunks and the tires of their cars frozen in to centre rim. Being handicapped and relying on others to get out doesn't help much either. All up one side of the street neighbours are turning the air blue this morning. No common sense at all. They widened the street an inch or two and left it all in our driveways. Great way to start the day. —Crabby on Cranberry

Why is our mail not being delivered in Fairview? There has been a shoveled path directly to our door. I can understand not walking over ice, but snow? We are in Canada right? No explanation, nothing. It's disgraceful and shameful. —Do your job

It's not that many years since I and my friends were on the dating scene. It was always an unstated no-no to give out details of your exploits. Anyone who got too explicit was considered a bit of a douche. That's why I find recent events so perplexing. Posting sexually explicit, voyeuristic smart phone photos of women on social media is a completely different level of douche baggerie. Anyone who posts photos like that - an inexcusable invasion of privacy - is acting like a first class asshole in my books and should be ashamed. How would you feel if it happened to your mother, sister, friend, future wife or daughter? Time to grow up! —A dude disgusted by some members of the younger male generation

Reviewing my case at the 1st of each month is like getting throat punched by one of Snow white's dwarfs. It says this man owes me almost 10,000! This biological father makes thousands and thousands of dollars in a month, spends the money on coke and gambling but I don't see a cent. You have his contacts, you have his banking info what more do you need? I'm sure there are others that can relate to this. I have a feeling I am not alone. —Damn You MEP

Is it too much to ask that if you go out with someone on a first date (a blind date) and you know that you are not interested in them, that you pay for your own meal/drinks? I totally get that buying you a meal or some drinks does not entitle me to anything but a pleasant evening of conversation with you, which you did deliver and we had a great time. But then you said you didn't want to see me again and I felt disappointed and used. The disappointed feeling is to be expected because you really seemed like a cool person and we did have fun but I do feel like you took advantage of the fact that I was interested in you and you were not interested in me and allowed me to spend a lot of money on you. In this society, I am the entitled one? Because it is assumed that I expect sex in exchange for paying for dinner and drinks? But I don't, I'm not looking for a one night stand, I would really like to meet someone special - like you. You acted like you really liked me and even said things that made it seem like you were interested. Like Louis CK says, the fact that any woman agrees to go out with any man is a miracle. (really funny bit, look it up) ... and I understand if I'm not the guy for you, that's just how it goes sometimes. But ladies, please understand, men feel a lot of pressure to pay on first dates (even if you don't pressure them). If you are genuinely interested in equality, please don't take advantage of that fact. Especially if you aren't interested in the guy, at least OFFER to pay for yourself. We may be the enemy to a lot of you but we are still human beings, we still want to be loved and accepted by someone and we still feel used when you do this. —Still Looking

Dear University: I'm sure your administrators aren't all idiots. It certainly seems like they are, but you just can't get this concentration of incompetence by fluke. In the guidance department, in the registrar's office, in the biology department, and elsewhere- it's almost impossible to get someone to do their job. You, oh provider of knowledge and wisdom, have created an atmosphere of incompetence and apathy. Please provide your administrators with the tools and training to do their job properly, because... oh forget it, I've already lost my mind. —so, so, SO frustrated.