A proposed Ontario law that would demand zero blood alcohol levels for all motorists 21 and under and limit the number of passengers in the vehicle would also get tough on people of all ages who drive with a suspended licence, The Canadian Press has learned.
Under the new bill, teenage drivers in Ontario would only be allowed one passenger aged 16 to 19 - although there would be exemptions for brothers and sisters. Studies show just one teenage passenger with a teen driver doubles the chances of an accident.
but whenever someone asks me where an item is (i work in retail/errr at Staples) and I show them where it is………. if they don’t say ‘thank you’ or something similar, i feel so awkward and lost and unaware of what to do next. are they done with me? do i walk away? can i leave? it feels like i am abandoning someone in their time of need, while really i am just leaving the rude with their stupid god damned graph paper notebooks and underwater pens and perforated postcards. YOU ARE WELCOME.
It’s really unfortunate how misinformed some people are about this election. It’s even more unfortunate that there are still so many racists in this country who can’t see past skin color. These are some real Facebook status updates (my favorites are the people who want to move to a country that supports Obama and/or is more liberal than America):
Sometimes you can’t even handle it. It affects you so deeply, fits you so well, you have to take a moment to catch your breath. You hear it and it resonates within you, crawling under your skin and somehow discribing you perfectly. It flows so deep, through your ears, passed your brain, across your skin, into your bones, into your soul. It can take away your breath, yet leave you screaming along like you’re spending your last breath trying to let it be heard. It can brighten the most dark moments, capture and preserve the unforgettable ones, yet haunt the ones filled with sorrow, sadness, pain and guilt. It can describe you and every moment in your life without asking for permission, and without explaining itself. It will take refuge in your mind, escaping your mouth from time to time without meaning to. It will stay there, trapped in your brain for days at a time, letting itself speak over and over again. But usually, you don’t mind it. You let it. You anticipate and enjoy it. You don’t care how loud it is, how off beat it is, how you can’t remember how it really goes. It can comsume. It can be loved. It can be hated. That’s when you have a moment, between yourself and the airwaves, the headphones, the radio. You stop listening, and you start feeling.
funny when they’re drunk. especially when they’re not really your brothers, but your brothers bff who is your third brother. that’s alright. drunk paul and drunk andrew are nicer and more polite and more sincere than the sober ones.