When I was walking down the street today someone woman walking in the opposite direction plowed right into my shoulder and then kept walking didn't even turn around to see if I was alright. It's not like I was taking up the entire side walk or anything she had plenty of room to pass!!! I've lived here for 8 months now and this has happened several times, and yet I've never experienced this kind of rude treatment anywhere else I've lived. What gives?

--- Get off my sidewalk.

So I get back from a 70 mile organized bike ride for diabetes today, mind you I'm only seventeen, and what am I welcomed to? My mother is practically apathetic to my exaustion, my brother chooses to go skateboarding instead of welcome me at the finishline, and when I get home and ask for a heating pad, she says ''wait 10 minutes.'' I call her an asshole, she throws a five pound SAT book at me. So now not only am I sunburned, exausted, sore and now bruised, I have the loving welcoming support of my family to make me feel better. Strangers treat me better.

---I hate my life.

hey "friend", before you ask me, nay, demand, a donation towards a mutual friend's retirement party, fucking ask me if I "would like to go in on it" before you decide to obligate everyone. Because, as a matter of fact, I would not like finance your present to aforementioned mutual friend as my own present will be costly enough (and coincidentally is almost the exact same price as 'yours') but did I ask everyone to pitch in ? no, because a) I didnt consult anyone first, b) because im not a flaming asshole. emphasis on flaming. But I will give to your cause because I understand the concept of picking one's battles. So not only will I get my own present but I guess I will be getting some of yours too... next time, sweetie, make sure you can afford your own damn present.

--- office prick down the hall

To the foul-mouthed softball playing wannabes on the Common...keep your filthy language in the dugout and chill the **** out! This ain't the big leagues!

---Soft Touch

We are at the beach, building sandcastles under the sun, minding our own business. EVERY single fucking dog in HRM is curious as to what we are doing, and why, and how. They push their nasty wet black nose at us, while we squirm around politely and pretend to smile while screaming Fuck off! Fuck Off! inside. Then they trample our lovely sandcastles with their stupid paws. Their owners are delighted, smile and laugh. One or two especially bright ones tells "don't be afraid- they love kids". That is NOT the point. Train your fucking dogs to respect other people's personal spaces. And sandcastles.

--- Sand Castle Builder

Metro Transit seriously needs to update their schedule, on the booklets and online. In the past 2 weeks, I've noticed 3 unannounced changes in the bus routes.

...no you can't count on my fucking vote at election time. You know who I'm going to vote for - whoever doesn't fucking call me on my home phone every other god-damned day to ask for my support. Put down the receiver and do something useful, will you!

---XXX

So thanks for getting rid of the houses that all of those surfer/skate douches drank in front of all the time, while they scream hilarious family guy quotes, wear rad Billabong sweat bands, and play football awkwardly in front of (when there is a boundless, beautiful green park not 12 steps from their pile of coors light). But you know what? You went and tore down the home they ruined with obnoxious spray painted words, built that stupid patio walk way that gets really slippery in the rain and isn't flat, and there has been a yawning sesspool of ghoul there ever since. Why haven't you built your stupid condominium yet?

---Your Condo Pond Smells Bad

To all those people who think they're the ultimate parent...shut the fuck up. Unless you see me abuse or neglect my baby, keep your damn mouth shut. My baby is happy and healthy. That's more than you need to know. For the next person that tells a stranger how to be a parent, be carefull because that stranger might be me and you'll get a slap in your damn face.

---Super Dad

My friend was filming a movie for our final work term assignment for school, and one of the scenes had him filming one of the girls outside on his street, as she "hit" her head on the curb, with a little bit of fake blood for good measure. It was harmless, as the girl laughed between takes, she clearly was in no danger. But NO, some bitch had to come outside, exclaiming "THAT'S NOT FUNNY" "You shouldn't be doing that!" and threatened to call the police. Obviously he wasn't going to stop filming, so the bitch ended up ACTUALLY calling the cops. They moved filming inside and waited for the cops to arrive. The police car drove up, saw nothing suspicious, and drove off. Bitch should have been charged for wasting precious time, that could have been spent actually saving someone's life or something.

---Annoyed With Cranky Old Hags