Every now and again I find myself running into and befriending the worst, fakest, nastiest people around..This comes as a shock to me, I moved away from a small crappy town where people liked to talk about everything that didnt have anything to do with them. Now I find myself in the middle of the biggest most cultured city Canada has ever seen and I seem to draw those fake ass people right to me. This makes me sad as I have ultimatly matured over the years from a high school brat to a successful woman. I have decided that people suck and I am not even sure if I want to have friends anymore. I have given up on trying..
Ex#1
I met a friend of my boyfriends who was with this girl and she seemed incedibly wonderful, nice, kind, had a great sense of humour..We got so close she asked me to be in her wedding. Then one day I get a message from her over the internet..What I am about to say should never be said over the internet..She told me she saw my boyfriend cheeting on me in the local bar when I was out with my mother..
She proceeded to tell me that I should leave him, he was trash and that if i didnt then she would not be able to hang out with me anymore because she has no respect for him anymore..
Conclusion: Fake ass bitch just lost me as a friend FOREVER!!
Ex#2
No names mentioned, i met this girl shortly after moving and we were friends for a while. She was the classic catty bitch, was a wonderful person to your face and the minuite you were out of ear shot, she was stabbing you in the back. Until one night when I wasnt far enough out of ear shot and heard her talking ABOUT ME!!
Conclusion:
Go back to fucking high school!
When did loving someone become not enough?
So someone needs to answer me this question, "when did loving someone become not enough?" That is something I really need someone to answer for me. Through he last year and a half I have put forth more effort then I have ever had to, to make my relationship work with the love of my life. Things aren't sooooo bad but they definitely need some work. I have asked myself many questions like "do I need plastic surgery?" or "how about liposuction?" and "Do I need a better job to bring in millions?" I am unsure of what it is that I am doing wrong and I always get the same answer from my other half like "we are fine babe, no need to worry" But I have come to realize that we aren't fine, whether I find out from someone else or him, things are'nt fine and I have no idea what I am expected to do anymore?!? I thought by giving one person everything I had and loving that person more then they have ever been loved it would be enough, but I am starting to realize and fast that it isn't. I have had many boyfriends, most of which I have left in the past due to issues and baggage they came along with and although we all have our own baggage I thought as an adult you work together to clear it up. See neither my boyfriend or myself have had a picture perfect life and we have both made horrible decisions in our past that we have worked through either together or alone. Constantly I am reminded of mine through past friends and acquaintances, and this poses as a problem. I don't deal with things the way he does and now it is affecting our relationship...When is enough, enough? How do I know when I have went from the loving girlfriend to the piece of shit from the past? How do I prepare myself for what I know s just around the corner? For anyone who reads this blog, whether I know you or not, please leave a comment with your opinion (good or bad) so I can learn from it or change something...Your opinion matters..
Our 3pm break experience's at 7-11
Today as everyday Erin, my co-worker and I went on our adventure to 7-11 for our Slushie break. I will start with yesterday when Erin was propositioned by one of the bums outside the 7-11 then he continued to say "mmmMMMmm I love slushies" ya, like we care what you like, I would like for you to get a job. (none takes away the wonderfulness of Slushie break) So that right there made us laugh hysterically...Then that brings me to today 3pm break..Back at the 7-11 where there is a different rubbie everyday there stood a woman, a big woman wearing fluorescent orange crock style shoes, a bright pink and orange bathing suit and a tiny orange jacket, she too was begging for some spare change, as we walked out I hear snickering from the little devil beside me and all I hear coming from the filter less girl is "oh my god, I just saw some crotch" I start laughing hysterically thinking our fun is over when she belts out "that's what I was going to wear today" HAHAHA. Everyday there is excitement on our break, in that 15 minutes I have more fun and excitement then all day at work. Our break is the highlight to my day:) If you ever want some fun and excitement to fill your day just walk with us to the 7-11 and it will make your day.
Drug Addict, Alcohol Addict, Potato Addict.
Hello, My name is Angela and I am a Potatoholic.
Some people are addicted to drugs, some are addicted to alcohol but me, I am addicted to Potatoes..
3pm Slushie break and my friend Erin and I jump up and head off to the 7-11 down the road from our office for a wonderfully delicious Coke Slushie. We have a routine that I have become very very attached to, grab our Slushie, turn right and head down the chip isle. HmmmMMm what kind of Potato chip should I buy today? Dill Pickle? Ketchup? no no All dressed...AHHH too many decisions!! Oh my, if i cant choose there is always one kind that will fill the void..MMmmmm Nacho Cheese Doritos. They quick fix to just about everything. You see, where else can you go to get a Coke Slushie and a bag of chips for 3'09? That's what I thought. I have given up just about everything that is bad for me over the last month except Coke Slushies and Potato chips. Which by the way if you haven't noticed are so important to me that they get capital letters at the beginning of their names:) Who knew that a simple Potato grown in the ground could turn into something so special. After all how bad can it be for you if it is a vegetable? That's what I tell myself, I also tell myself if I am feeling a little guilty for cheating on my diet that "at least I am buying Doritos, they are half the fat, calories, and sodium as the other leading flavours on the shelf. " My love and addiction for Potato chips is also shared by my Friend Erin. These are 2 of my favorite things that I just cant live without. The sad thing, I may kill someone if it meant not having Potato chips for the rest of my life...So if you see me heading for the chip isle, don't try and stop me or you may get hurt :)
Some people are addicted to drugs, some are addicted to alcohol but me, I am addicted to Potatoes..
3pm Slushie break and my friend Erin and I jump up and head off to the 7-11 down the road from our office for a wonderfully delicious Coke Slushie. We have a routine that I have become very very attached to, grab our Slushie, turn right and head down the chip isle. HmmmMMm what kind of Potato chip should I buy today? Dill Pickle? Ketchup? no no All dressed...AHHH too many decisions!! Oh my, if i cant choose there is always one kind that will fill the void..MMmmmm Nacho Cheese Doritos. They quick fix to just about everything. You see, where else can you go to get a Coke Slushie and a bag of chips for 3'09? That's what I thought. I have given up just about everything that is bad for me over the last month except Coke Slushies and Potato chips. Which by the way if you haven't noticed are so important to me that they get capital letters at the beginning of their names:) Who knew that a simple Potato grown in the ground could turn into something so special. After all how bad can it be for you if it is a vegetable? That's what I tell myself, I also tell myself if I am feeling a little guilty for cheating on my diet that "at least I am buying Doritos, they are half the fat, calories, and sodium as the other leading flavours on the shelf. " My love and addiction for Potato chips is also shared by my Friend Erin. These are 2 of my favorite things that I just cant live without. The sad thing, I may kill someone if it meant not having Potato chips for the rest of my life...So if you see me heading for the chip isle, don't try and stop me or you may get hurt :)
....Poo On Your Shoe....
Have you ever wondered why people lie to you? Have you ever wondered why you seem to be the piece of shit on their shoes? I am often known and treated like that nasty pile of shit someone forgot to pick up? Here is me in a nutshell, I am a little crazy, I am fun, I love to give people things when they least expect it and I love to make people laugh and smile. So why do I become the filth every time I lay myself out for someone I love? Because people are deceitful, mean and extremely unpredictable, I have decided today to be the bigger person and just let it all rest, soon I am sure I will be picking up the pieces of my shattered life and trying to glue them all back together, yes I am broken but people I trusted made me this way.
Happy Pride Week.
Alas, my first ever pride parade! I decided to venture out sunday afternoon to see the pride parade, I perched myself atop a garbage can at Younge and College and joined the many excited and anxious onlookers. What a thrill and what a feeling, to be there in total support of the whole idea behind Pride week. I have to say, I was impressed, seeing it in person is not the same as on t.v. or in the paper. My best friend in the entire world was my first real gay friend. He has helped me over the last couple of years see what it really means to them to be accepted, and I totally accept every gay man or woman. I like the idea of them having the chance to come out and be in a place where everyone around is not judging them or staring at them becasue we all know that that happens all the time, maybe not so much in this city, but almost everywhere else. I support them getting married, having children and anything else a straight man or woman would be entitled to.
I had one of the best times I have ever had yesterday, and I look forward to next year too, maybe next year I will venture right up Church where it all happens, was a little to busy up there at 1:30pm yesterday afternoon.. I had a riot!
HAPPY PRIDE WEEK TO ALL!
I had one of the best times I have ever had yesterday, and I look forward to next year too, maybe next year I will venture right up Church where it all happens, was a little to busy up there at 1:30pm yesterday afternoon.. I had a riot!
HAPPY PRIDE WEEK TO ALL!
Story of My Life...
So as some of you have already read, I am not a fan of the Toronto Transit. Let me tell you about my painful struggle to get home today after work.
5pm...ding ding..time to go home, I race out, stampeed my way down Bay st turn the corner and there is the street car so I haul ass to try and get there before it leaves, low and behold i make it..yay...I knew if i missed it the one behind me would inevitably "short turn", story of my life..lol.
I make my way to the back and sit down, I am tired, Hot and cranky from all the rude people I delt with at work today. As i sit alone, taking up 2 seats I feel myself drifting off.........All of a sudden I hear the electronic girl say Coxwell Ave..sigh...I was semi relieved that I missed the boring part of the ride due to my cat nap. So I sit and watch all the people get off but a few, then i hear the driver say " sorry guys, last stop. Wait for the bus, street cars aren't running down Queen as of right now." FUCK!!! EVERY NIGHT!!!
I get off the street car and painfully walk east. It is hot and I am wearing a leather jacket (not so smart) AND my leg still hurts from the good ride we had on Sunday.
I walk past Kingston Rd, Woodbine and I see a string of traffic all the way down Queen, not moving at all. I continue to walk past Lee ave and I see police. At Wineva and Queen there is what some people like to call an "ACCIDENT", accident my ass, more like retarded fucking people. Two full size pickups collided and one was backed up against a building...I look and keep walking, 2 more blocks and I am home, I hear a loud roar and I look behind me..hahahaha there's the bus I was waiting for....looks like walking is faster!!!
5pm...ding ding..time to go home, I race out, stampeed my way down Bay st turn the corner and there is the street car so I haul ass to try and get there before it leaves, low and behold i make it..yay...I knew if i missed it the one behind me would inevitably "short turn", story of my life..lol.
I make my way to the back and sit down, I am tired, Hot and cranky from all the rude people I delt with at work today. As i sit alone, taking up 2 seats I feel myself drifting off.........All of a sudden I hear the electronic girl say Coxwell Ave..sigh...I was semi relieved that I missed the boring part of the ride due to my cat nap. So I sit and watch all the people get off but a few, then i hear the driver say " sorry guys, last stop. Wait for the bus, street cars aren't running down Queen as of right now." FUCK!!! EVERY NIGHT!!!
I get off the street car and painfully walk east. It is hot and I am wearing a leather jacket (not so smart) AND my leg still hurts from the good ride we had on Sunday.
I walk past Kingston Rd, Woodbine and I see a string of traffic all the way down Queen, not moving at all. I continue to walk past Lee ave and I see police. At Wineva and Queen there is what some people like to call an "ACCIDENT", accident my ass, more like retarded fucking people. Two full size pickups collided and one was backed up against a building...I look and keep walking, 2 more blocks and I am home, I hear a loud roar and I look behind me..hahahaha there's the bus I was waiting for....looks like walking is faster!!!
Bubbles? Why you ask?
I have had many many people ask me "why Bubbles?" So I will tell you the short but true story of how I got the nickname Bubbles. It started in grade 8 when I became interested in "Bulletin Boards" for those of you who don't know what that is I will briefly explain. Bulletin boards pre existed the Internet but were somewhat similar, they were other computers that your computer called when you hooked up a simple phone line into your computer and you punched in the number and pressed send. These were like chat rooms, some had games, while others were strictly chat. Well as all of you know, in a chat room you need a "handle" most didn't use their real names. I was always ..... and it became boring, i had no idea what to call myself, i was hoping for something cool and unique but could never come up with anything. One afternoon while hanging out with my friends who also shared a passion for these bulletin boards decided to dial up and chat to some of my friends in Oshawa. I was always a happy excitable person but there was one thing that really set me off and it was that "OUR COMPLIMENTS COLA" it makes me very hyper and bubbly, so ever since that day my friends called me bubbles...and it stuck for the remainder of the time i chatted on these boards and then followed me to the Internet, it had become a part of me........sad but true all it takes to put me into a world of laughter is a cheap cola beverage. Not a spectacular story but it is a story, and an answer to the question that pops up every time someone emails me or reads my blog :)
The Things I like/Dislike...Just thought you may want to know :)
So after 4 months in this wonderful city I have decided to let you all know what I like and dislike about the city so far. Hold on to your hats ladies and gentleman I am about to tell you some things you probably already know..lol..Here goes:
I love the Beach hidden in the south of the city, my fave place to be on a nice day, I love the downtown core. I love all the little bars with huge patios on Queen St East where I live. I love all the small privately owned stores and shops that I spend hours browsing through and finding the most unique treasures I have ever seen. I Love all the different cultured restaurants (some of which I have yet to try but they smell sooooo good I know one day I will :) I love the people (good and the bad) They are all relatively amusing to me and my small brain. I like how my apartment is so small that when I first moved here I stole my neighbours Internet connection:) Ahhh gotta love wireless Internet.. I love the feeling that my neighbours don't know my name, where i am from, my family members and i especially love the fact that it isn't them just not knowing, but that they don't care. I love how I have traveled for hours on public transit and never seen the west end of the city, I haven't seen the north or east either..lol..It leaves me with a whole lot of area to cover when I am bored..
But while I am on the topic of public transit, lets go to what I hate about the city. HmmmmMMMmm Okay, as a day to day rider or the TTC I have to say "JESUS CHRIST" I get on the Queen street car every morning and aside from the normal problems of us losing power it is a relatively decent ride to work at 7am. BUT and I mean a HUGE BUT on the way home is a different story, I leave my work at 4:58 most days and arrive at the Bay on Queen street where I catch my lethal ride home. I have to time it just right because in a matter of 7 min There are 6 street cars that pull up to the stop one at a time, Victoria Park (which turns before my stop) Church (which turns a few streets up) Kingston Rd (almost there) and in between there will be 2 or 3 that will read Neville Park which is the one I have to take because I live at the end of Queen St East one stop before Neville Park. As I watch all these cars and I spot the Two or three that say Neville Park rearing into a halt I have a split second to trust my gut and decide which one I want to take because I know, oh I know all to well that there is a chance of me picking the one that will eventually "short turn" and kick everyone off at Kingston Rd or Greenwood station. I am so tired of hearing the driver come on the P.A and saying "Good evening folks, I am sorry for the inconvenience but I have been notified that this car will be short turning at Kingston Rd" INCONVENIENCE MY ASS!! He sits there and apologizes to us all for something that happens every god damn night? Wait for the next one you say? HAHAHA I have tried that one, and after another 10 min of waiting i get on the next one and the chances are it will do the same thing because the others aren't far enough ahead to be running another on the same track to the same destination. So I am a TTC hater :)
I hate the smell of Sewer when i am trying to eat, I hate the speed the traffic moves along Queen street near my house, I hate how I pay for parking on Queen street and end up parking around the corner most of the time, I hate how BMW drivers take up 2 parking spots, I hate how people on the street car push and shove you, like hello? I don't want to share your lice, back the fuck off! I hate how I have to wash my windows and dust every other day because of the sand that pumps out of the street cars when they stop. I hate how some people are so ignorant they would rather cut you off then wait patiently for someone to let them in. Most of all, I HATE CAB DRIVERS!!! Where the fuck did they get their licences? Those assholes seem to think they can do whatever they want and drive however they want. I think that they forgot to put mirrors in the cabs when they were being built because in my eyes if they had mirrors then they would be able to see my bright yellow car as they cut in front of me!! Ahhhhh so that's what I hate and What I love, If you read carefully you will see that there are really only a few things that I dislike :) Cab drivers, TTC, Ignorant people and the sewer. All in All I could hate all those in a different place as well:) I love it here and I am here to stay!
I love the Beach hidden in the south of the city, my fave place to be on a nice day, I love the downtown core. I love all the little bars with huge patios on Queen St East where I live. I love all the small privately owned stores and shops that I spend hours browsing through and finding the most unique treasures I have ever seen. I Love all the different cultured restaurants (some of which I have yet to try but they smell sooooo good I know one day I will :) I love the people (good and the bad) They are all relatively amusing to me and my small brain. I like how my apartment is so small that when I first moved here I stole my neighbours Internet connection:) Ahhh gotta love wireless Internet.. I love the feeling that my neighbours don't know my name, where i am from, my family members and i especially love the fact that it isn't them just not knowing, but that they don't care. I love how I have traveled for hours on public transit and never seen the west end of the city, I haven't seen the north or east either..lol..It leaves me with a whole lot of area to cover when I am bored..
But while I am on the topic of public transit, lets go to what I hate about the city. HmmmmMMMmm Okay, as a day to day rider or the TTC I have to say "JESUS CHRIST" I get on the Queen street car every morning and aside from the normal problems of us losing power it is a relatively decent ride to work at 7am. BUT and I mean a HUGE BUT on the way home is a different story, I leave my work at 4:58 most days and arrive at the Bay on Queen street where I catch my lethal ride home. I have to time it just right because in a matter of 7 min There are 6 street cars that pull up to the stop one at a time, Victoria Park (which turns before my stop) Church (which turns a few streets up) Kingston Rd (almost there) and in between there will be 2 or 3 that will read Neville Park which is the one I have to take because I live at the end of Queen St East one stop before Neville Park. As I watch all these cars and I spot the Two or three that say Neville Park rearing into a halt I have a split second to trust my gut and decide which one I want to take because I know, oh I know all to well that there is a chance of me picking the one that will eventually "short turn" and kick everyone off at Kingston Rd or Greenwood station. I am so tired of hearing the driver come on the P.A and saying "Good evening folks, I am sorry for the inconvenience but I have been notified that this car will be short turning at Kingston Rd" INCONVENIENCE MY ASS!! He sits there and apologizes to us all for something that happens every god damn night? Wait for the next one you say? HAHAHA I have tried that one, and after another 10 min of waiting i get on the next one and the chances are it will do the same thing because the others aren't far enough ahead to be running another on the same track to the same destination. So I am a TTC hater :)
I hate the smell of Sewer when i am trying to eat, I hate the speed the traffic moves along Queen street near my house, I hate how I pay for parking on Queen street and end up parking around the corner most of the time, I hate how BMW drivers take up 2 parking spots, I hate how people on the street car push and shove you, like hello? I don't want to share your lice, back the fuck off! I hate how I have to wash my windows and dust every other day because of the sand that pumps out of the street cars when they stop. I hate how some people are so ignorant they would rather cut you off then wait patiently for someone to let them in. Most of all, I HATE CAB DRIVERS!!! Where the fuck did they get their licences? Those assholes seem to think they can do whatever they want and drive however they want. I think that they forgot to put mirrors in the cabs when they were being built because in my eyes if they had mirrors then they would be able to see my bright yellow car as they cut in front of me!! Ahhhhh so that's what I hate and What I love, If you read carefully you will see that there are really only a few things that I dislike :) Cab drivers, TTC, Ignorant people and the sewer. All in All I could hate all those in a different place as well:) I love it here and I am here to stay!
Toronto
Well here I am, after 27 long indecisive years, I find myself in the one place that makes me feel whole and like i am a real person, Toronto. I have awaited this day for a long time now, knowing that one day i would make the move into the "city of dreams" as a young child and a teenager I would often dream of one day moving to Toronto and finding myself, finding a career and finding a niche that suits me. I am here with my small but comfortable family, a few animals and a certain someone who tries to hate me.
A Typical Morning:
Every morning I have the same routine, I wake up, make coffee, walk the dog, have a shower, feed the dog, put on my clothes, grab all of my things I will need for the day (MP3 player, my lunch, my shoes, makeup, hair brush, Blackberry) I throw it all into my 170 dollar designer hand bag just as my toast pops and I am out the door. I walk across the street jump on the street car (that costs 2.75 a ride) and blend in with the others on their way to the same place as I am, work. Here I am, 7.30 in the morning on my way to the "Wall Street" of Toronto. Yes, Bay and King. One should feel happy about their experience to work downtown of the biggest city in Canada. Not me, I am upset every morning while I am on my way to work.
I jump of the jammed street car at Younge Street, right outside of the Eaton Centre and walk the rest off the way. Some days I walk down Younge, others I will travel up Queen St a bit and take Bay. Just as I turn the corner I see it, I see what I have been dreading all morning. I see the devastation, the homeless sleeping on their chosen grates that sit over the subway system. Asleep with a few personal belongings. This makes me want to cry. Here I am with money, designer shoes and purses walking my way to work and the whole time I took everything I did this morning for granted. Some people don't get to do these wonderful things we all hate.
All of a sudden I hear "excuse me miss, could you spare some change for a coffee?" although I am pleased to hand over the only 2 dollars in my expensive purse, I am angry because they are saving for drugs and booze and the words of my boyfreind ring in my head "Angela, dont give them any money" then I ask myself "what is wrong with this fucking country?" Why is it that 40 dollars a month can keep alive my sponsor child in Africa along with her Mother and 2 brothers, but 40 dollars in this country couldn't get you a hot meal, a pack of smokes and a ride to and from work?
I have watched everyone walk by these poor souls who have nothing and they give them nothing. I am sure a lot of you are saying "they have done it to themselves" and you are right, the probably have, but what is wrong with giving them another chance at a decent life? If anyone can find an answer it, then you aren't worth anything yourself and you have probably lost your soul. I want to purpose a "penny drive" I want there to be a place where people can take their useless pennies, to give someone a better life, maybe, just maybe if everyone in Toronto dropped off 50 cents in pennies, then there could be a funding for a shelter to give them a place to eat and clean themselves up. I know there are shelters out there they can go but as each year passes they get shut down due to lack of funding.
So as you are on your way to work in the morning, take a look at what you have done up until this point, then take a look around you. Instead of ignoring the "rubbies" on the street, try saying hello, or reaching deep into your pockets and give a dime, then think, that if there was a place to put that dime away then you wouldn't have to ignore them, because they would be somewhere else, they would have a place to go.
I jump of the jammed street car at Younge Street, right outside of the Eaton Centre and walk the rest off the way. Some days I walk down Younge, others I will travel up Queen St a bit and take Bay. Just as I turn the corner I see it, I see what I have been dreading all morning. I see the devastation, the homeless sleeping on their chosen grates that sit over the subway system. Asleep with a few personal belongings. This makes me want to cry. Here I am with money, designer shoes and purses walking my way to work and the whole time I took everything I did this morning for granted. Some people don't get to do these wonderful things we all hate.
All of a sudden I hear "excuse me miss, could you spare some change for a coffee?" although I am pleased to hand over the only 2 dollars in my expensive purse, I am angry because they are saving for drugs and booze and the words of my boyfreind ring in my head "Angela, dont give them any money" then I ask myself "what is wrong with this fucking country?" Why is it that 40 dollars a month can keep alive my sponsor child in Africa along with her Mother and 2 brothers, but 40 dollars in this country couldn't get you a hot meal, a pack of smokes and a ride to and from work?
I have watched everyone walk by these poor souls who have nothing and they give them nothing. I am sure a lot of you are saying "they have done it to themselves" and you are right, the probably have, but what is wrong with giving them another chance at a decent life? If anyone can find an answer it, then you aren't worth anything yourself and you have probably lost your soul. I want to purpose a "penny drive" I want there to be a place where people can take their useless pennies, to give someone a better life, maybe, just maybe if everyone in Toronto dropped off 50 cents in pennies, then there could be a funding for a shelter to give them a place to eat and clean themselves up. I know there are shelters out there they can go but as each year passes they get shut down due to lack of funding.
So as you are on your way to work in the morning, take a look at what you have done up until this point, then take a look around you. Instead of ignoring the "rubbies" on the street, try saying hello, or reaching deep into your pockets and give a dime, then think, that if there was a place to put that dime away then you wouldn't have to ignore them, because they would be somewhere else, they would have a place to go.
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