I can’t look at my boyfriend of three years anymore without picturing him staring at one of the naked selfies you sent him. I get it; you didn’t know he had a girlfriend, but seriously, there had to of been some signs, right? I mean, I can’t see how much time you could have spent with him considering we are together always…unless he lies to me about his work schedule? I guess that shouldn’t surprise me much. You’re not the first girl. You wont be the last. Please don’t let yourself get heartbroken over him. You’re not here to stay. You’re just an escape from his reality. The stories he told you, only partially true. He’s a manipulator, and I’m a puppet who is fully aware of what’s happening. We live together, we have a family together—when am I going to find my escape? Maybe I should start sending naked selfies to other men, only, unlike you, I’ll make sure my face isn’t viewable. You never know where they’re going to end up! —Bitter girlfriend

Fate forced me back into this goddamn shit hole of human garbage. My hatred of this place and the people here is only reaffirmed every day. None of you dumb fucks can even define the word "Ego", "Enlightenment" or any of your other bullshit New Age hippie crap; yet you spit this shit at me every day. Fuck your positive thinking; some of us are clinically depressed you fucking assholes; we are STUCK LIKE THIS. Some how in a matter of two months of being back here; I've become SO FUCKING DEPRESSED I'm not even painting any more and sit in my apartment all day staring at the ceiling; this moment of anger is one of the few moments of motivation and inspiration I have any more; other than to roll another cigarette. And fuck you pigs too; I can't even go out for a goddamn walk in this city without some fucktard cop rolling up on me and giving me the Grand Inquisition. I hope the natural gas pipe lines under this city explode, and the entire hellish place is swept into the ocean by a giant wave of piss and fire. I was born here; but I have never felt so unwelcomed in an area. Fuck all of you, fucking fucks. —I hate all of you

No I don't. I haven't heard of it before now. Do you respond to email? clearly not. I work hard, and my job is really hard on the head. when i come home I want ta place to live that doesn't involve dogs, children, TV, or meat head bros. I messaged you guys several times, yet you kept re-posting your ad. I guess I wasn't cool enough for you to even bother responding to. I hope you get infested with bedbugs, because you're assholes. You probably would have been shitty roommates anyway, I certainly don'yt need smug self important douches for flatmates.—Happy Fuck You.

Hey "Halifax" - thanks for restoring the pavement on the bike lane near the Ragged Lake Business Park. One suggestion though - maybe next time you could use contractors other than Fred and Barney with the Flintstone Mobile to roll the asphalt... it's like a fucking logging road now. #fail #noqualityassurance —Centred

Where have all the cool places gone? No more United Bookstore/Little Mysteries will soon be history/The Bookroom gone but not forgotten/Doulls Bookstore/The Bluenose moving to Bayers Road/Urban Cottage going maybe. What are they being replaced with? Souless corporate buildings... —gimmee the good old days

In Juno tower, on August 9th, two of the best friends I've ever had were married. The ceremony was beautiful. The dance between husband and wife was wonderful, and brought tears to our eyes. The staff was friendly and fun. We had a great time celebrating the love of two people we all appreciate. Then, around 11:30pm, we began to call it a night, and started to head home. It was around that time, when one of the security guards decided he needed more respect. What do I mean by that? The celebration itself was in Juno tower. After the celebrations, I headed down with the groom's father and daughter for a ride home. We began to head for the southern exit onto Gottingen. There was a cab entering the main entrance, so it was a bit hard to see with his headlights on. Well, one of the security guards stopped us as we headed for the exit and asked the driver, the groom's father, if he'd been drinking. It was hard to tell if that's what he said at first, because all of his sentences came out as one word: "Haveyoubeendrinkingtonight?". I had to decode what he'd said before it registered. The answer was no, either way. The guard was, in tone and posture, incredibly rude. I'm not exaggerating when I say that he was difficult to understand - every sentence came out as if it was just one individual word. So this security guy asked if we knew that admiral's way was a one way street (despite it being dark with a cab's light in our eyes). No, we hadn't realized that. License and registration please. Well, it was in the car that left before us because we all left in separate vehicles. So we had to have a car come back to bring us this his license, and well after showing it to the MP in question he decided to have a 20-odd minute conversation with another MP right in front of us while sitting in his car, leaving us to wait. Later, he came back with a $176 dollar ticket for going, what, 7 meters up a street that we couldn't see the signs for? He wasn't willing to discuss it at all, and when asked why he would do this he didn't answer, he just rolled over us with "Under article so-and-so of the blah-blah". I would say that this was the law, and the man was in the right, but it wasn't about him, and we weren't doing a mote of harm. When the license was shown to the MP, his exact sentence, and I repeat "exact" was "There you go sir, you did it", referring to having his wife bring his license from the other car after leaving the wedding. His tone, the entire time, was downright superior and nasty. We had done nothing wrong, the driver had not been drinking, and we'd gone a small ways up an empty street. So for this, we are held back, charged a large amount of money, and had to be polite to an *extremely* rude MP. To the MP in question - who's name I intentionally memorized and will not reveal - my question is: why? Why would you stop people enjoying one of the most beautiful moments of their lives for this? Why would, upon a lovely 20 year old woman leaving the car to ask you why we were being held, tell her that she should remain in the car "For her own safety" (implying that *you* would harm her?). Is this how Stadcona wants to present itself? I have never, in my life, encountered something like this. Expect phone calls and emails from quite a few of us tomorrow. Your behaviour and attitude makes me sick. —Victims of Your Poor Self Esteem

I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job.

But I can't afford to quit. —Sigh

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I suppose the police would know what's illegal and what's not but those posters today were very graphic. If it's ok to walk around at lunchtime on busy streets with giant billboards of aborted fetuses can we hold up posters of syphilis, rape , decapitation , uvulas? Regardless of the arguments and the "won't somebody please think of the children", it was really tasteless and inappropriate. I can't imagine how anyone could think holding posters like that could help their cause. It doesn't in the least highlight the horrors of abortion but makes me think holy f--- you people are bat s--- insane. I don't know what effect it has on women seeking abortions but it seems like there are a lot worse things going on in the world right now to do something about. —We all die sometime

I have been reading some restaurant reviews and have noticed a lot of "authentic" being thrown around. It made wonder, what exactly is their idea of authentic? —The real deal