Every morning before school, I obsess about my hair, my skin, my outfit, etc... I'll gaze at myself in the mirror over and over before leaving the house, asking myself, "is my hair too frizzy, are my sneakers too white? does this purse clash with my shoes?"... Usually, missing the bus, I arrive to school late and dash through the hallway to class.... This morning I caught a glimpse of a girl in the hallway wearing orange (prison issue? scrubs?) pants paired with tap shoes - yes tap shoes, click, click, clicking down the hallway, which brought me out of my head and into immediate joy as a huge smile stretched across my face. Last season, I saw another girl wearing yellow jeans with red cowboy boots and half her hair shaved off on one side -- that also really brightened my day! I love the attitude of this generation - I really do. I love the way you dress so ironically! You'll wear whatever your little hearts desire and not a single fuck is given. Thank you for this wonderful message you send to all of us with your fun sense of style - that outside appearances mean nothing. I wish I had the courage to give less of a fuck and throw on whatever felt comfortable - maybe then I would make it to school on time and get better grades. Maybe we all would care more about the important things in life if we spent less time obsessing over trivial details like what's covering our bodies. The fashion industry is a cruel mistress that imposes its ideals on the masses to a degree that one can never be satisfied. To keep up with fashion can be so expensive and seems to separate people into classes like some sort of fucked up caste system. Grungers, hipsters, whatever you call yourselves, dressing a little bi-polar today: Keep it UP! I love it and admire your style. I'd love to see it taken even further. I'd love to see raincoats fashioned out of green garbage bags, girls walking around with a single curler in their hair, whatever it takes to remind us all that what's on the outside just doesn't matter. You are beautiful inside. —The Paper-Bag Princess

I left Halifax for Toronto only to case my love. I miss my city so much, the beauty the people. Toronto has nothing on you but consumerism and rude people. I'm coming back to you soon, because I can't stand the people here. —Halifax You Beaut

To the Dalhousie superhero who filled my 3 hour meter, THANK YOU so much! I'm sure you saved me from another ticket. I promise to pass on the love and I hope it comes back your way :) —My Hero

We had a drink the other night and you confessed you read these posts weekly. Even mentioned and posted one or two yourself. I found you funny, irreverent and lovely. The Newfoundland accent was a definite plus. Next time, let's have a drink alone so I can show you my good points too. —A Man With A Plan

I fell for you. We worked together for 7 and a half months and half that time I was pursuing you. I thought for a while you liked me too, but I guess I was mistaken. You realized I was flirting with you and you held me at arm’s length. I finally gave in and have been trying to let go of you. Get you out of my head. Going a month without seeing you helped a lot. I thought everything would work out fine. Then last week we went to a concert together. I was so close to not going, figuring it would be best not to see you. I’m glad I did, our Dartmouth favourite was amazing. But now you’re back in my head. And you seem to be rewarding my backing off by showing renewed friendship. Even though I know you don’t like me, I can’t stop from thinking thoughts. Your kindness is breaking my resolve. You are extraordinary, and I’m a wrecking ball in a summer dress. I want us to be friends, but be patient with my struggle to let my love go. — I’m Travelling Through Space And Time, But Now My Love Must Die

I think you are really special. We became fast friends not long ago...I can not tell if our friendship will develop into something *awesome* or if it will end abruptly. Either way you have given me hope...hope that there are humans out there that I can connect with. —Your Tubby Middle-Aged Friend

You're cute, funny, and I love hanging out with you. The problem is, you're my boyfriends friend.. I've noticed your acts of kindness and friendliness towards me. Maybe you like me a little too. Or maybe you're just a nice guy. Either way, I'm now helplessly attracted to you. You've got a bad side, and I like that. I have one too. We know each other pretty well already. But I want to get to know you more. —I Want You In The Worst Way

A most fortuitous Thursday evening one week past, made unfortunate only by its fatal transience, granted me the acquaintance of a young lady so lovely, a lass of such lewd, lax, loose, and liberated lucidity as to lay in waste all lordly limits that have littered in lofty alliteration the legend and lore that I've ever learned. Lo, do I lament my luck; or what little is left!

But Lettuce Be Reality that even laden by our solipsistic salad of sociopathic insanity, hope must linger long as memory lives. Thus I declare that, should my destination clarify, I'm gonna be the man to march Five Hundred Miles -- nay! Twice that, so sweetly does my heart in redundant bliss sing "dadada-daa" -- purely for the opportunity to once more glimpse your girlishness and ascend the mental Foundation of your Kingly edumacation.

And yet here I sit...

Will your sultry lips ever again yearn for another toke of my bogie's burn? Will you steal my buddy's beer and then deny it loud and clear?

SHED NO TEAR MY SHORT-LOST DEAR; Ms Miraculous McBeal, Bodacious She-Baba, Prefix To My Gator, Strayest of Pussycats.

Sustain your faith; I hunt for thee! — I Dunno If I Want My Name Beside What's Either A Pretentious Monstrosity Or Incoherent Babble

One particular day in Purcell’s Cove three years ago is not to be regretted. I had noticed you in lecture and been attracted to you and that crown of yours up front. What a romance blossomed and I don’t know what I would do without you or the way you articulate everything I'm thinking so much better than I ever could. The little emails always make me smile and despite the setbacks I know we'll get our shit together some day and say there are days and then there are days. I’ll hold a bag for you any day in any kitchen. You’re my best bud and I wouldn’t have it any other way. —The Jonathan Richman Cover Band

You're right, it is appalling that there is such overt racism against First Nations in such a public place. He was wrong to call it nationalism, you were right to call it racism, and I'm proud to live in a city of free-thinkers who aren't afraid to put discrimination in its place. —Happy Easter