Hey bro - I guess you didn't like the fact that I switched from the left lane to the right lane in front of you Sunday night on Joe Howe Dr., so you honked your horn at me and made the veins in your neck stick out. But you were doing about 65 km/h in a 50 zone. I saw you zooming up the inside lane like a douche, but didn't give a shit. You needed to be taught a lesson. Pull your head out of your arse when you're driving. Try driving like you said you would when you got your license. You might be a better person for it. —Grey Goose

Lets take a second here to talk about the d-bags who are constantly driving 20 under the speed limit. I know sometimes you may think that it’s your world and hey, we're just living in it, but some people base the time they leave for work in the morning on how long the commute normally takes. Not to say being careful is a bad thing, but if you’re so f-ng timid, cautious or blind that you can't go a WHOPPING 50 km, then you SHOULD NOT BE DRIVING and delaying everyone else's f-ing day. End rant. —Move it or lose it

I spent most of my adult years living in some of the larger cities in the world. Now I live in Halifax and as a pedestrian having walked these larger cities, I understand your plight—fearing for your life against drivers who drive too fast, don't look where they are going and are generally too distracted. Now that I live In Halifax, I drive. I drive everywhere. And I consider myself a conscientious driver. I never speed, I never use my phone for texting or otherwise, hell, I barely switch radio stations when I drive and I can say, I have never come close to hitting a pedestrian. But I must request this; please, please, please pedestrians...pay more attention when crossing the road. While I am concentrating on about 10 different things while driving—other cars, narrow streets, parked cars, pedestrians, cyclists, changing lights, bad weather, school crossing guards, bad drivers and our beloved pets of the world—you have but one thing to concentrate on, and that is the driver that is approaching the crosswalk. Countless times as I am approaching a crosswalk in my vehicle, you will simply step out without a care in the world not even looking at the oncoming car. Perhaps it is my responsibility to avoid you, but why would you put your trust in a complete stranger driving a two-ton killing machine? Even if it is my responsibility to avoid you, you will still lose this one. Don't make it a game of you're right, I'm wrong. Watch your own ass and hopefully you'll come out alive. —I'm doing my job, now please do yours

This was almost a Love, almost. A certain coffee chain just released a new offering, dark roast. As I'm usually a fan of their regular brew I had to try it out. Unfortunately for them I was not impressed. So that night my girlfriend gets home and it turned out she had bought a pound of it from the shop that morning while on the way to work. Surprise! Well, thats twice now I wasn't impressed because now I have a pound of the stuff and I had to pretend to be thankful and thats not easy. Thats when I decide to try an experiment and put one scoop of dark in with a scoop of regular. It was delicious! So then I was at the coffee shop two days later with a friend and asked if I could have half and half but sadly they would not mix the two. Fuck you! You'll mix other drinks but not your precious coffee. And thats why this a Bitch now and not a Love. —Nukka

Did you ever think that maybe he just wasn't that into you? —stop complaining about your ex's and maybe you'll all be a lot happier

My complaint goes out to a certain "news" publisher that consistently prints vulgarities and swear words and then distributes them to places that could have any random child pick it up and read. This does nothing to help our youth, or ourselves. If it is worth printing remove the vulgarity. Also, the section with all these posts also has a swear word right in its title. It is very disappointing. —Person that still believes in people showing respect

So I enjoy my homemade submarine sandwiches quite dearly. I always heat a half one at a time for 43 seconds in the microwave. This has always worked out well and the cheese comes out nice and warm and not all messy and dribbly. I wrap each half sub individually in cling wrap as I find it holds all the toppings securely and keeps my hands from getting messey while I eat it. So the other day I think to myself I'm gonna 20 or so cents and get the generic cling wrap as it was on sale. What a mistake that was. The shit melts together in the microwave so you have to basically tear the crap out of it or use scissors. Then I notice the melted cheese even burned a hole through it. Never again will this happen and I'll spread the word as long as it takes. Generic cling wrap is garbage! I even tried to seal a bowl of leftovers with it and get this, it doesn't even cling! There are very few instances in life where I've felt this bad. I'm also well aware that my life is full of first world problems...... I live in a first world country. —Nukka

Just when I was thinking how tired I was of driver, bicycle, and pedestrain bitches in the Coast, I have one of my own! This is directed at one bad driver so the rest of you can take a valium. To the driver of a small navy blue wagon: your driving sucks! On Friday morning at the corner of Brunswick and Cogswell we waited dutifully for the walk signal. Just as we were about a third of the way across you made a left hand turn off Cogswell and, given that there is only one lane heading south on Brunswick, had to have driven on the wrong side of the centre line to avoid hitting us. That's at least two infractions: failing to yield to pedestrians and driving on the wrong side of the centre line. If I had gotten your plate I would have reported you to the police. Was it really worth it to save a few seconds on your commute? The irony is that you probably think you are a great driver. The reality is that your driving sucks! Hopefully you will realize that and start being more careful before you injure someone. Slow the frick down! You are not that important! —Not a happy camper

I'm hoping that the next generation will rebel by rejecting their parents' generation's obsession with the so-called smartphones. There are far too many people walking, driving and just plain standing in the way while they selfishly fiddle with their devices. There are also physical issues. I used to work with a guy who was always complaint about his sore neck while he sat hunched over his phone. Duh! According to recent research: “The hours you spend on your smartphone could be putting up to 60 lbs. of pressure on your spine, a new U.S. study says. …..People spend an average of two to four hours a day with their heads tilted over reading and texting on their smart phones and devices. Cumulatively this is 700 to 1400 hours a year of excess stresses seen about the cervical spine.” —For the love of god put that phone away!

A letter to Councillor McCluskey: I was recently informed that you are seeking advice from city staff regarding a potential licensing scheme for bicycles in Halifax. As a resident, voter, and regular cyclist, I must confess that I see this idea as troubling. Cities around the world are working hard to ensure cycling is accessible as possible. Anything that makes casual riders less likely to choose cycling makes every minute on the road more dangerous for me as a rider. Fewer bikes on the road = decreased awareness of cyclists by drivers = more danger for those who do ride. I'm sure you follow. Most of the email you receive on this topic will be angrily against the idea of a bike license. I am conflicted. I feel that if the city offered me an optional bicycle license for a few dollars I would get one. I would do it just for the sheer pleasure of showing it to every driver who believes that not having a license while riding a bicycle somehow makes me a menace. I am not a menace. I am trying to make my city a better place. One less car on the road, one less polluter, one less step backward. I hope you will reconsider this ill-advised policy direction. —Kris MacLellan