Monday, August 8, 2011
I want to send some well deserved love to my meat peeps at the weekend market in Dartmouth. You know who you are with your amazing thick bacon and succulent brisket. Your thin cut roast beef haunts my dreams now and I know you love all your animals and treat them good until you kill them and feed them to me. God bless your steroid free meats and your juicy bacon hearts. —Bacon Queen
To the beautiful black man with the beautiful boxer at Shubie Park last Saturday, wow... exquisite! I wish I had had the nerve to stop you and tell you how beautiful you really were, but I was rendered speechless, and that's somethin'. Here's hoping I see you again and even more so, can muster up the nerve to say something witty. —Tongue Tied
It has been a wonderful journey together. You my love are everything I have ever wanted in life. Life was nothing more then a circuit before you consistently repeating and nothing special nor to be proud of... Until meeting you. I have shorted my circuit, and am enjoying life for a change. Life is beautiful and new, never in a loop, and something to be proud of. This is all because you are by my side, I love you darling. Thank you for giving me life. I love you, Aeris... Always and forever. —Altair
This one's for the awesome bus driver who looks like Rod Stewart. You drive me home from the Mumford terminal at 5:35 on Mondays and Tuesdays on the 2 Wedgewood via Main. I'm always the last one on the bus, and you seem like the nicest guy ever. Maybe one day I'll have enough courage to talk to you. I don't know if you realize you look like Rod Stewart, but it's awesome either way. I notice you always drink out of a Dasani water bottle, I'm a little bit of a green freak, so maybe one day if we ever become friends, I'll present you with a re-usable one. Thanks for being the coolest bus driver ever! —Yellow Girl
Thanks for sharing your pot at the Arcade Fire concert. I think your name was Dominique. You asked if I had papers, so I let you use my pipe. I was already high and so I ended up spilling a lot of your weed, but you were super nice about it. I remember you saying "Don't worry about it! It's a concert! Who cares!" after I apologized. I still feel terrible for spilling it and I promise to share if I ever see you again! Thank you for being so awesome! —Curly Haired Girl
I just want to say how grateful I am that there are people like you in this world. Today, I met a sweet little dog who had been born without working hind legs. He pulled himself along really well with his front legs. He lived with a few other dogs and was just like one of the family. He was such a loving little guy. I have a lot of love for anyone who gives animals like these a chance. When I'm finished school and have the time and money to care for a pet full-time, I'm going to be one of them. —Thank God for Animals
Thank you for letting me air my grievances. Thank you for being so mature. Thank you for stepping up afterwards. Thank you for still being my friend. Thank you for ever loving me at all. Thank you for breaking my heart. Thank you for changing my life. I miss you but that's okay. I love you, Sweet Pea, I always will. Don't forget about me. —Bye, Then
You are adorable, you talk about cool music and you didn't even raise an eyebrow (much less run screaming) when I awkwardly implored you to be my friend over the medium roast. These are all enormous points in your favour. You kind of charm my socks off in ways that take me by surprise. Sometimes when you come in I dance for hours afterwards. I just really fricking like you, okay? —Next Time Ask for My Number, Goofball
9:10 Saturday night at the Bridge Terminal: You had curly hair and were rockin' to your tunes waiting at the walk light. I was on the #10, wiped after a long day and staring aimlessly out the window. You gave a lovely smile and a friendly wave, possibly to me. I hope you saw me smile back. Thanks for the pick-me-up. —A Little Less Tired and Cranky
I know this is kind of ridiculous at this point, but I can't stop thinking about you. Maybe it's something, or it could be nothing. The only thing I know is that I'd really like the chance to see you again. I don't think you feel the same way about it, which might have a lot to do with the fact that meeting new people is extremely difficult for me. I start stuttering, and everything just comes out stupid, and you're probably thinking "Okay, weirdo." But honestly? I think you're really neat. And I know you'll see this, the next time you're drinking coffee at a local cafe. Oh, and I swear I'm not as crazy as I seem. —That Awkward Kid in Chucks