It has become quite difficult to have to be around you all the time. Everyone treads on eggshells so as to not throw you into a fit. You have been allotted time off when no one was supposed to have time off. You have been given special treatment on many occasions that those with seniority have never received. All of that and you still complain – you still feel entitled to more. I know my bitch sounds like I am being selfish myself; requesting that you examine yourself a little more. It is coming from a place of love. Not many real life situations are going to be bent to be in your favour, and you’re going to have to cope and carry on. Everyone else does. It really pays to be introspective. We all act (to some extent) in our own best interests, but please be a little more mindful of just how self-interested you are. —Coward for not actually talking to you about this in person

Hey Pizza lovers. It's really hard to find your house at night when you use black numbers on dark colored siding or paint. I really really want to get your pie there hot and on time, but it's so hard to do when I can't easily see your house number. Oh and tell your neighbours the same thing. Because If i can see that there house is 37 then I know yours will be 39. ;).... at the very least turn on your porch light. Oh and don't forget to tip. I don't deliver pizza because I WANT to work more than my 40 hours at my regular job. I do it because I have to. Just to put it into perspective. The company I work for pays us $8hr, and $1.50/delivery. Drivers usually average about 4 delivery's an hour. I pay my own gas and put wear and tear on my own vehicle to bring you your food. So the $1.50 pretty much covers my gas and maybe some of the maintence costs. If you order $50 worth of food every week, I EXPECT a god damn tip (you know who you are). To those of you who really cant afford it I understand, but at least apologize for not tipping. Dont just hand the debit machine back to me and shut the door in my face as I tell you to enjoy the food that I so graciously risked my life to get there while it was still steaming hot. BTW if your order is $20.40 and you give me $21... the $0.60 is not a tip motherfucker dig a little deeper next time. —Ughh

Thanks bitch for wasting my time sending you various emails regarding your Christmas ornaments you have for sale. I wanted the vintage ones which you were planning to sell me only. Which was what your ad showed. I don't care about your tacky beaded crap that you tried to pawn off on to me. That was a separate ad. Then in the end you told me you would only sell me the whole lot or nothing. Merry fucking Christmas to you! —Ginger O Snap

What a nightmare trying to find out what is going on in Halifax now. Scrolling online just doesn't have the quick accessibility when you want to decide on a day what you want to do in the evening. If it's good enough for "The New Yorker" why not for "The Coast?" Being told what is best for everyone by one person is not my idea of a sophisticated mag. Bring back print listings. —Prefer browsing on a page

Get off the phone while driving

I see you daily in the white Lexus SUV
Holding up your phone for all to see.

You tap and text like no one's around
Oblivious to the all that surrounds

Your truck, it swerves when you answer a call
I saw it just now, in front of the mall!

Put down your phone and do me a solid
I have a phone too, but ask friends not to call it

Get off the phone you son of a whore,
It pisses me off that because of you, my insurance costs more.

—Edgar Allan Phone

I used to love it. then I just liked it. Now that there are stupid pictures randomly strewn about I hate it. —just coasting along being a bitch

Hey bro - I guess you didn't like the fact that I switched from the left lane to the right lane in front of you Sunday night on Joe Howe Dr., so you honked your horn at me and made the veins in your neck stick out. But you were doing about 65 km/h in a 50 zone. I saw you zooming up the inside lane like a douche, but didn't give a shit. You needed to be taught a lesson. Pull your head out of your arse when you're driving. Try driving like you said you would when you got your license. You might be a better person for it. —Grey Goose

Lets take a second here to talk about the d-bags who are constantly driving 20 under the speed limit. I know sometimes you may think that it’s your world and hey, we're just living in it, but some people base the time they leave for work in the morning on how long the commute normally takes. Not to say being careful is a bad thing, but if you’re so f-ng timid, cautious or blind that you can't go a WHOPPING 50 km, then you SHOULD NOT BE DRIVING and delaying everyone else's f-ing day. End rant. —Move it or lose it

This was almost a Love, almost. A certain coffee chain just released a new offering, dark roast. As I'm usually a fan of their regular brew I had to try it out. Unfortunately for them I was not impressed. So that night my girlfriend gets home and it turned out she had bought a pound of it from the shop that morning while on the way to work. Surprise! Well, thats twice now I wasn't impressed because now I have a pound of the stuff and I had to pretend to be thankful and thats not easy. Thats when I decide to try an experiment and put one scoop of dark in with a scoop of regular. It was delicious! So then I was at the coffee shop two days later with a friend and asked if I could have half and half but sadly they would not mix the two. Fuck you! You'll mix other drinks but not your precious coffee. And thats why this a Bitch now and not a Love. —Nukka

I spent most of my adult years living in some of the larger cities in the world. Now I live in Halifax and as a pedestrian having walked these larger cities, I understand your plight—fearing for your life against drivers who drive too fast, don't look where they are going and are generally too distracted. Now that I live In Halifax, I drive. I drive everywhere. And I consider myself a conscientious driver. I never speed, I never use my phone for texting or otherwise, hell, I barely switch radio stations when I drive and I can say, I have never come close to hitting a pedestrian. But I must request this; please, please, please pedestrians...pay more attention when crossing the road. While I am concentrating on about 10 different things while driving—other cars, narrow streets, parked cars, pedestrians, cyclists, changing lights, bad weather, school crossing guards, bad drivers and our beloved pets of the world—you have but one thing to concentrate on, and that is the driver that is approaching the crosswalk. Countless times as I am approaching a crosswalk in my vehicle, you will simply step out without a care in the world not even looking at the oncoming car. Perhaps it is my responsibility to avoid you, but why would you put your trust in a complete stranger driving a two-ton killing machine? Even if it is my responsibility to avoid you, you will still lose this one. Don't make it a game of you're right, I'm wrong. Watch your own ass and hopefully you'll come out alive. —I'm doing my job, now please do yours