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Revenge doesn’t always smell sweet.

My friends will attest to the fact that I’m no Barbie doll. I’m not that into fashion, don’t wear loads of make-up most days and I really don’t care for high-heeled shoes. My distaste for most things “girly” has earned me more than a few sneers and distasteful comments from the opposite sex, but I’ve always comforted myself with the knowledge that I would never want anything to do with a man who wants a Barbie doll on his arm. I want a man who can handle a WOMAN. Not a plastic toy built in a fantasy world.

One guy I dated – very briefly – learned exactly how strongly I felt about my convictions the hard way. Let’s call him Dufus.

I met Dufus in a time of weakness. I was lonely, had been single a long time and MAN, was he gorgeous! He was a friend of my closest friend, so I told myself he had to be a good guy, despite a few early clues pointing to the contrary. So, Dufus and I had a fling that lasted maybe 3 weeks before we became disenchanted with each other. On the day I had decided I had really had it with this guy, he had pissed me off already 2 or 3 times with dumbass comments when he pulled out the mother of them all on me.

fartI don’t remember the conversation that led to this, but he was telling me that he firmly believed that women shouldn’t EVER fart. In fact in his mind, girls never pooped, farted, burped or had any bodily functions other than sex. We were just like blow-up dolls. He probably thought we shouldn’t talk too, but was at least smart enough not to say that one out loud.

I was quick to tell Dufus that, despite his childish delusions, ALL women fart and poop and can do all sorts of gross things just like boys but then he put his finger right in my face and told me with a straight face: “Don’t you dare ever fart in front of me!” WOW did this guy not know me! It was only his good luck that I didn’t have a massive juicy one available right there and then in his car in the dead of winter because I really wanted to let him have it. Having no immediate ammo available however, I started to think of how I could really show him.

I mentioned before that Dufus and I worked together. In fact, we were bartenders in a pub. And we all know that the area behind a bar is usually not that huge. Well, on that day, I vowed to myself that each and every fart I ever felt coming on while he was at work with me would be unleashed as close to him as possible and better yet, aimed in his general direction.

hearttofart_lrgFor months, I would walk from one end of the bar to another, pretending to reach for something that was close to him I would let them rip full force as close to his nose as I could get them. Even the ones that weren’t so silent went unnoticed because of the loud music. Once I even let one drop right on his head while he was crouched right below me reaching for something he’d dropped under the sink. He never guessed that the random smells he was getting now and again were coming from me. Besides, there are often random nasty smells in bars, and he didn’t have much reason to think much of it.

On our last day of work, as we worked in a place that operated seasonally, I told him what I’d been doing. Only those who know the extent of this guy’s shallowness can appreciate how disgusted he looked. He only shook his head and walked away, but I never felt such victory in seeing a slickly greenish hue to the color of a person’s cheeks. So there!


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Today’s little lesson, don’t talk to strangers, or at least don’t let them take you back to their hunting cabin in the middle of nowhere!

scary cabin

Alright, so let’s call us James and Jane. So we were driving on a road trip, coming close to Edmonton, Alberta. Neither of us had been there before, but we were going to be staying with James’ cousin. Unfortunately, we were getting close, and we couldn’t get a hold of her by phone, nor did we have an address. This was late in the day, and we decided to pull off the road for a break. We slapped some sandwiches together, and chilled.

Meanwhile, some guy in an old pick up truck drives up and asks us if we need help. That was nice of him, but really, we’re just eating sandwiches (no distress here). So he drives off. But, less than 10 minutes later, he comes back, and offers us a place to stay. He has a hunting cabin up in the woods, up this road. So, before I can open my mouth, my boyfriend says, “actually, that’d be great!”. And we proceed to follow his truck up this road.

Well, I was pissed. I couldn’t believe James had agreed to this, and I had to explain to him that because I’m a girl, I was raised to stay away from potential ax murderers (or something to this extent). So, he tells me that he didn’t think about it like that, but that now he was freaked out too. When, we get there, it’s just 9the guy and his son who visits him on weekends (he’s late teens-mid twenties). He offers us drinks and of coarse I decline, but James takes one. And, the guy shows us his wolf pelts of all the wolves that he shoots on his property! He also offers us his son’s bed to sleep in. But, so help me, I was going to lock myself in the van all night.

However, to wrap this story up, we finally managed to get a hold of the cousin on our cell phone, and sped off back to the high way. Now, this guy could have been completely genuine. And he said that he’d received a lot of generousness in his traveling days, and just wanted to give back. But I wasn’t taking that risk. I wish I had words to describe this cabin that he took us too, but trust me, it was creepy.



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“I don’t want to play”

Bad daySo today was one of those day’s you know we all have them, feeling gross, bloated, ugly, and definitely cranky. For me I refer to those days as the ones where ‘I don’t play well with others” or ” I don’t want to play in your sand box, because I will throw sand in your eyes to make you cry and then throw my bucket at you.” So today was one of those, all day people are talking to me, and I am like GRR leave me alone I don’t like anyone today, please feck off…. the end of day comes and I have been working out quite a bit so Monday’s are normally a good workout day.

I fought this knowledge all day, I had been determined to not go ( because I didn’t want to damn it) right from 7:30 in the morning. Needless to say not the best way to motivate yourself, anyhow I go to the gym, with my “I don’t want to play” attitude, which clearly didn’t work. I stayed on the treadmill for about 5 min before deciding I hated today and it was the fault my sore legs. So instead I head to the weight room (which is full of friggen motivated people who all want me to play in the sand box and smiles smiles everywhere) that lasted a whole 7 min of abs and fiddling with my mp3 and water bottle. Finally I can’t take the happy people any longer and go home.

Things are getting better, for 1 – I have left the happy motivated people in their sand box and handed in my bucket. Off to a better night, the Cab driver seems nice, doesn’t say anything but for me that’s good. I then call up my fav Thai place and order some not nutritious food that should be ready in 5 or 10 or 7 minutes. So on my way to the food, I have frumpy clothes on, grrr all the way there, don’t look at me, don’t get in my way attitude, I hear my name and I stop in my tracks and I see it is my new friend. It was actually nice to run into someone, changed my mood a bit, as we discuss (ok I bitched) about our days, this random woman walked directly up to me and said, “I know I don’t know you lady’s but I hope I can interrupt for a moment” Emmy and I are somewhat set back at the this. She turns to me and Say’s ” I just saw you from across the street and have to tell you, you have the most beautiful Bangs, your hair is so cute”.

BeautifulOf course this is a shockingly nice moment in my ass of a day, so this wonderful lady continues to compliment me out of nowhere only making me feel happier and happier to the point of tears. It was the best thing that could have ever happened to me today. As she went on she proceeded to tell us that she feels that the world is just not nice enough anymore and she is has started to tell 5 people a day how beautiful they are, which in turn (as Opera has said) will make you feel more beautiful. From there I picked up my food, bottle of wine and my day couldn’t be any better.

smileSo thank you random lady, you have made my day. And I pass this story on to all of you to spread the word, lets make others feel better because you never know when your kind words may make someones day make a complete turn around. Everyday, select 5 people and tell them they are beautiful.

I learned a very profound lesson in the end from this experience, but at the time it did not seem like anything worthwhile was going to come of it. In fact, I lived in a constant state of “I can’t fucking believe this is actually happening… these kinda things are supposed to happen to other people!”.

It was my third year of university, and at 20 years old, I thought I had some experience in the world and with people. At least, I thought I had enough experience to make a judgement call as to an appropriate roommate, but clearly this was not the case. A guy I had gone to high school with (not a friend, just a guy) had moved to the city where I was going to Uni, and had become somewhat friends with some of my friends. They all went on and on about what a good guy he was, and he did seem quite nice,friendly and funny. He ended up staying with some of my closer friends for the summer, mostly sponging off them. Which they obviously complained about, but this never really affected me. So, when he asked if I would want to move in with him and a few other people when school started, I thought it wasn’t a bad idea. My other friends were mostly still living in residence and I wanted a change from that, as well as cheaper rent. So we found a relatively cheap house and moved in. Our other two roommates were a girl I also went to high school with, and another girl who I knew through horse riding. It was a strange situation, as they were all people I knew from different walks of life, but none of them were in university.

The roommate who I originally moved in with, started showing his true colors relatively soon after we moved our stuff into the house. He would eat other people’s food, then not accept responsiblity for it. He would take hours in our 1 bathroom. He would monopolize my computer, which was in the living room, and watch porn on it while I was at school. All of these things created tension in the house, combined with the fact that I went to bed at midnight in order to get up early for classes, but everyone else was up partying in the living room, which was adjacent to my bedroom, til all hours, I never wanted to come home to my own house anymore. My grade were slipping, because I wasn’t sleeping and because I always said I would study at the school, but that was much harder than anticipated.

Things got really bad when I went away to Mexico over Christmas break. I had told my roommate that “even if he was bleeding from the head, under no circumstances was he to use my car”. Obviously he did not listen. When I got back from Mexico, my room was ransacked. I questioned him about it and he told me that his friends had stayed over and crashed in my bed. This pissed me off as it was, ESPECIALLY because, as it turned out they had had sex in my bed and no one even changed the sheets.

car theftBUT then it got even better when a friend of mine mentioned the subsequent day that she’d seen him driving my car. He had ransacked my room, taken my car keys and driven my car the entire time I was away in Mexico! GOD, I wished my friend had been able to call the cops and report “GRAND THEFT AUTO!” Then to top it off he drank the entire 1L bottle of Kahlua I brought back and I when I asked him to replace it, he couldn’t because he had no money. FURTHER, the asshole destroyed my fabulous slippers wearing them outside in the snow to go smoke his nasty cancer sticks :S

The money issues were well hidden from the other three of us, and never really came to light until later on. But as it turned out, in January, he lost his job. Which he neglected to mention to anyone until almost a month later, when he told us he couldn’t pay his portion of the rent. As it was his issue, we told him to talk to the landlord, and to give the landlord our money, so at least 3/4 was paid. We assumed when he “started working” again, as he told everyone, that he was therefore paying the landlord. Unfortuantely this was not so. We were in for a nasty shock, when our landlord called in April, one week before exams started, to inform us he had sold the house, because we were horrible tenants and hadn’t paid rent in 3 months, and we had 1 week to vacate the premises.


This obviously came as a HUGE shock to all of us, who had been paying our rent. HOW COULD WE BE 3 MONTHS BEHIND???? We assumed our landlord meant that he (the asshole) was 3 months behind, but as it turned out, through the grapevine we heard that it wasn’t only he who “hadn’t been paying rent”. In fact, what he had been doing was taking our cash to “pay the landlord”, keeping the cash for himself and writing the landlord a bad cheque. So we were really 3 months in arears. We got evicted the next week, but luckily for me I was able to stay at a good friend’s place for a week, and actually study there for my finals, which I managed to do well on and pull up my grades, but I will never forget what a sleezy, disgusting, manipulative human that little jackass was. I don’t even understand how he could or can live with himself. He clearly thinks (to this day) that he’s done nothing wrong.



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So, I’d never done mushrooms before. Mental note… don’t do a drug you’ve never done when on public transit.

magic-mushroomsSo, here’s the deal… I was a runaway. I had been put on the bus to go home to my town by my boyfriend’s parents. I didn’t WANT to go home. So I ended up hooking up with a guy in the back of the bus. He had some shrooms and was willing to share.

Now, I’ve never been to Surrey on a bus. In fact, to this day, I couldn’t even begin to tell you how to get to Surrey on a bus. Yet somehow, that night, I giggled my way there. I ended up in a Pizza Hut, and fell in immediate lust with a guy at another table. I don’t know if it was the shrooms or the slutty genes I have, but I ended up picking him up, going home with him, and fucking his brains out.

Next morning I woke up with NO idea of where I was. Hopped on a bus and headed back to my boyfriend’s town (a very confusing trip, as I was probably still high and literally had no idea where I was or how to get where I was going… luckily transit drivers are very helpful). I decided that there was no use in going home. I wasn’t welcome there anyways and besides, how the hell was I going to explain where I was the night before???

Note: Shrooms = giggles & bad ideas



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Back when I was living in South America, I was traveling this beach town. We were staying at some hostel on this great little surfing beach, and there were some really fun people from all over there for the holidays.

There was one guy there, he was a local and friends with some of the people who ran the hostel, and he was a total hottie had a smile that didn’t quit. Seriously this guy could have been the spokesman for Crest for all of South America.

One evening we were sitting around drinking beers on the patio and one of the guys starts to pass a joint around. Now normally I could take the stuff or leave it, but I thought “screw it I’m on vacation”. Do I joined in on the next couple of passes. Let the giggles begin. Next thing I know pretty boy is beckoning me to join him in the bathroom. Oh simple me, I’m wondering what in god’s name this guy wants me to do in the bathroom? What hold it for him..? Weird… I mean dude you’re hot.. but no one is that hot.

Suddenly it dawns on me that he wants to fool around! Now I’m thinking…. What no.. I can’t that’s so wrong. Meanwhile the stories I’ve heard of people having random hookups in in hostels and especially hostel bathrooms, are dancing through my mind. So drunk and stoned I think.. what the hell why not! If it’s not as fun as Bathroom Sex everyone makes it sound then I’ll just leave, right?

So there we are getting naked, stoned and drunk in a hostel bathroom, in someone else’s room, with no lock on the door… :D. Next thing I know, someone is knocking on the door.. Oh crap.. it’s the guy who works at the hostel my pretty friend’s friend. So now he’s chatting to the guy who I’m having sex with through the window… ” Dude, what are you doing in there with the lights off?” ” The bathroom is occupied and I’m BUSY!” “OOOHHHHH ahahhahaha Who’s in there with you??” (This is all in the local language, which I understand). At this point I start to giggle like a retard… He recognized my voice and laughed his ass off and left.

Well now it’s all over, I can’t stop laughing… we continued with our ‘adventure’ but I spent the rest of the time ‘against a wall’ sipping my drink and giggling like a stoned teenager.

We tossed out clothes back on, and went back downstairs to the hostel bar. I spent the rest of the night giggling to my self, because I just did the nasty in the bathroom with this random dude who’s real name I don’t even remember (his nickname was Ninja if that counts for anything). Everyone just thought the giggles were due to the weed… little did they know.



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