Even one of the Barenaked Ladies being at the concert was part of a larger picture. No one could get over me saying what I pleased. In ways that pissed them off or drove actions out of them in chat. My partner’s (now ex) best friend at the time was happy on his throne of moral justice. He could piece things together and prove I’m lying. Lying just like he felt was being done when he was putting together my resume. He met the cello player that developed cancer but fought it off thankfully. I didn’t care that he knew him and he lived in the same building as a mutual friend of my ex’s too. This mutual friend I’m speaking of came from B.C. With girlfriend in tote on a visit back to his family’s home. All living on same street back then. He owned the car broken and parked in the driveway. My ex’s mother wanted removed for years. Apparently, their belongings were urinated on by the landlord of this building according to the two of them and people were entering their rental. This eventually drove her mad and she went back to her mother’s. They also had a pet hedgehog that was toilet trained, can you believe that? I had no qualms with her but her boyfriend Steve did do something to my dog (part rot/dob given by moral justice guy) as they visited for the first time. He didn’t like her collar so he untied her and let her go free. She came back of course. This was the first time I met them. When my dog took one look at him in the basement she went to the bathroom right in front of him on the floor. My dog never did that. She was nervous and scared. I upon hearing about them going to have a baby got a baby shower basket together for the girl. She was alone here, no family. Her mother was back in Vancouver. She was thankful for everything I got her. This angered the moral justice best friend. When he got hold of something. He clenched it between his teeth and wouldn’t swallow or spit.
He also was the first to cyber sex me online. Claiming to be Armando. He isn’t very creative although the texts somewhat were. The name is also that of his Sister’s Husband.
My then partner’s brother also messaged me when first signing on with a warning. What are you doing in the chat rooms with a no good can come of it vibe. This man sent porn and watched porn. They were not anyone to talk.
I let this go on and on. Why should I bother to say anything on the topic? What should it matter to any of them how I met (seen) one of the Barenaked Ladies? I don’t care. I was not a huge fan of anyone in movies or music. To where I needed to meet them get an autograph or buy everything they ever made. I collected no posters or memorabilia. I just was never that kind of fan, ever!
The drummer showed up to a softball game of my middle daughter’s. One of the only ones I attended mainly because it was the only one I was invited to. Even though I told them I wished to attend more, I didn’t and wasn’t asked to. All to answer the question. Well, put loosely seen one of them and the situation was that only close friends would be involved in. I didn’t care how I said things to these people or lavishly enveloped anything. They were out of control and I was more than sick of it all. I could type whatever I pleased, as did everyone else. I was never kicked off or sent warnings from the service provider. I had every right to be there as everyone else did that paid their own bills. However throne of moral justice was determined to poke in and wiggle around trying to suit his own personal feelings about me. He was a fool and a royal pain in the ass.
I don’t care who I spoke of and in what light. The embellishments were okay when anyone else was yapping away online. Did it matter that I was in a house of a known friend on their very first recording of lovers in a dangerous time with support of Much Music, I would imagine. Made as a cover. I wonder how much they paid to use that song by Bruce Cockburn, Ironic name (I mean is this something the band thought)? On a truck, singing is what I remember from the video. Wanting their best friend in a street hockey scene as they drove.
Hanging out with a popular girl had its moments. The sister’s brother a friend of the bands. They were filming on the street of. We as a group should come along and that maybe the girls would be asked to be in the video but apparently, they had to look good. Then in popped the Brian Wilson singer (song later written and sung) and picked some off the couch. A short while later, left in a strange place for the first time. Never before or after did I go to this house. The door opened again to the living room and in came my friend saying they don’t need anyone for the video no girls are being used. Disappointed, they seemed to be. I didn’t care one way or the other it’s not like I had any plans of getting picked in the first place, nor did I want to.
I like the mayor of Toronto felt a much better named should have been picked for a band. The mayor did not let them play at a New Years Event the year they were scheduled for because of this name. Thoughts in my mind went to; I don’t think that’s going to go anywhere. I had not heard anything by them didn’t know them and from the title didn’t really want to. I never even wanted to go telling my friend I didn’t want to go and how I felt about it’s name. Is that what I should have written in the Canada Today room instead? Too bad so sad. I found myself later really enjoying their music and loved their songs and videos. Pretty odd just to happen to some random person in any case.
Here I’d like to add after a house fire of the ex’s mother. We had nothing and were in a shelter then his brother’s place. When getting our own finally from my work not anyone else’s. The basement apartment was found. We had a donation of clothing and toys given to me from the church I volunteered at later. To find the day of school. The bag had been urinated in. I didn’t notice until too late and sent my daughter to her first day smelling rather badly. No one pointed this out. I know the clothing did not come that way being left in the room for a weekend. Someone did it. I suspect the same crew was antagonizing Steve and his girlfriend. This is directly connected to my partner and his best friend. I did wash everything afterward.
Your nuts and you never were at the ball game the the singer came to .. and it wasn't our job to include you in you daughters baseball .. as a mother you should ha e asked and traveled .. its not on me the child
Shannon it was the drummer not the singer and yes I was there no where am I putting anything on you