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Viki
Ackland
Like,
I
am
writing
this
like
article
like
about
the
use
of
like
What
is
it
with
our
youth
today
and
overuse
of
the
word
like?
Sitting
on
the
bus
or
subway
I
am
privy
to
many
a
conversation
that
goes
like
this.
(imagine
the
excitement,
raised
voices
and
youthful
glee)
Viki
Ackland
We
live
in
a
world
of
Acronyms
We
live
in
a
world
of
Acronyms.
Most
of
us
live
online,
but
you
can
tell
the
real
pro
by
the
over
use
of
acronyms
they
use
in
one
given
conversation.
These
people
surely
must
be
smart
in
order
to
remember
even
a
few
of
these.
Here
are
my
favorites
of
a
non-sexual
nature.
Viki
Ackland
Coffee
Time
There
is
no
decent
coffee
place
in
Woodbridge,
decent
perhaps
being
based
on
my
unreal
and
biased
idea
of
what
a
good
cup
of
coffee
really
is.
I
am
sure
I
have
seen
other
coffee
shops
miles
away
but
in
this
industrial
area,
this
is
it.
It
is
not
real
coffee.
Viki
Ackland
Sisters
was
a
sister
reunion
and
we
must
drink
to
remind
ourselves
Viki
Ackland
Allergic
To
The
Sun
I
woke
up
this
morning
and
my
angry
red
rash,
that
I
hoped
would
have
abated
by
now,
was
screaming
even
louder.
My
forehead
and
eyebrows
are
bright
red,
thank
god
for
bangs.
I
feel
my
lip
quiver
and
then
chastise
myself
for
being
such
a
baby.
Viki
Ackland
A
POEM
Viki
Ackland Dear Lois: I
know we talk on MSN and never in person, it's easier
this way, even to talk about our Father, your ex-husband
who may be dying, is not a topic of importance.
I mean it's not as if he is actual dead, and we
have heard rumors for years that he is sick and
dying. And he screwed you around royally; I know
there is no love lost there. Funny because lost
love is essentially what our family is based on.
We wonder how you feel about it. It's not as though
we are any closer to you, unless you count proximity
alone.
Viki
Ackland Dear Lois: I
know we talk on MSN and never in person, it's easier
this way, even to talk about our Father, your ex-husband
who may be dying, is not a topic of importance.
I mean it's not as if he is actual dead, and we
have heard rumors for years that he is sick and
dying. And he screwed you around royally; I know
there is no love lost there. Funny because lost
love is essentially what our family is based on.
We wonder how you feel about it. It's not as though
we are any closer to you, unless you count proximity
alone.
Viki
Ackland Dear Bob: I
heard from a friend of friends cousin three
times removed that you were in poor health. I would
like to say I was concerned when I heard this, or
that I felt something but the truth is I did not.
Perhaps that makes me truly your daughter, uncaring
and self-centered, or could it possibly be that
I do not care about you one way or another.
Viki
Ackland Plastic Girls with Cardboard Curls I
know I cannot change the world, or the perception
engraved in the overall outlook and importance of
beauty and fashion, in this media driven, beauty
obsessed world we live in.
Viki
Ackland My failing Libido When
I had a hysterectomy 6 years ago, I was quite thrilled.
Apparently, my insides were plagued with endometriosis
and bad-uteroses and everything else you could think
of. I thought, hey, this is great, no more periods,
no more PMS and most importantly 6 weeks off work.
Viki
Ackland Women and MarriageThose
who know me can clearly attest to my abhorrence for
the institution of marriage. I tried it twice, and it
was honestly the most negative experiences of my life.
I will NEVER do it again. I do not think that love and
commitment need to be taken to that level.
Viki
Ackland Gangster wear, Fashion Statement? I
am currently commuting and the last leg of my journey
takes me through a questionable area where there are quite
a few shooting relating incidents. There was a shooting
on the very bus I take now, a few years back in which
a young girl was shot in the eye
Viki
Ackland Thelonious I
love my cat. I come in everyday from work and he is waiting
on the stairs, somewhat shyly in case it is an intruder
and not I, having not been blessed with the laid back
gene my older cat, who I also love, seems to possess in
abundance.
Viki
Ackland Skipping Xmas I
will be the first to admit I am a heathen when it comes
to organized religion or organized occasions. I do not
believe they are, or were intended to be the manner in
which they have evolved. We are playing a game of civilization
and often losing, and much of the time, I do not wish
to play.
Viki
Ackland Excerpts from Losing It I
knew I was really losing my mind this time, in a subtle
controllable way when I started drinking scalding hot
coffee much too quickly and I enjoyed the feeling of it
burning me and could not stop. This was different than
the pretend to be crazy cause it makes you more artsy
in the eyes of others.
Viki
Ackland Redefine Enough
ink has been wasted in the name of feminism. It is 2005
heading quickly into 2006, and those of us that refuse
to be disrespected by men are quickly disposed of as feminists.
I have a new word to define this group.
Viki
Ackland
The
obsolete male
my friends whisper
behind my back
"this disgust she has
Viki
Ackland
Role
reversal
I
was
out
partying
last
Saturday
night
with
some
girl
friends;
we
like
to
get
out
as
often
as
we
can
and
strut
our
stuff
so
to
speak
so
we
decided
to
go
down
to
that
Jaguar
bar,
you
know
the
one,
filled
with
all
those
older
men
desperate
for
some
younger
company.
Viki
Ackland
I
Am
Not
a
Raging
Feminist...
I
am
not
a
raging
feminist
nor
am
I
a
ball
busting
man
hater,
but
I
have
to
say
I
appear
to
dislike
men,
because
most
men
actually
really
do
annoy
me.
I
try
to
not
get
that
sneer
on
my
face
when
watching
a
man
do
annoying
things,
come
on
ladies
you
know
the
sneer,
and
I
try
and
disguise
my
look
of
contempt
when
approached
by
a
man
I
clearly
have
no
interest
in.
Viki
Ackland
Mother
resisting
temptation,
since
my
eyes
could
see
that
sweetness
on
the
lips
she
loathed
Viki
Ackland
Good
Bye
Danforth
I
am
moving
out
of
my
beloved
first
Toronto
apartment
September
30th.
I
recall
three
years
ago
after
looking
at
a
few
disgusting
dumps,
my
sister
called
me
very
excitedly
about
this
cute
apartment
with
its
skylight
and
stained
blue
hardwood
floors.
Our
new
landlord
seemed
great.
The
liquor
store
was
a
block
away.
We
were
in
heaven.
Save
the
giant
gaping
hole
in
my
wall
that
my
sister
referred
to
as
a
small
opening,
but
I
adjusted
and
then
dry-walled.
Viki
Ackland
Women
are
from
Venus,
men
are
idiots
It
is
official.
Even
the
most
intelligent
male
is
predicable
and
uncannily
like
his
counterpart,
Joe
blow
down
the
street
who
appears
to
be
in
a
totally
different
class.
Men
have
one
agenda,
with
various
sidelines.
They
are
as
follows.
Viki
Ackland
Film
Everyone
who
lives
in
Toronto
is
aware
that
the
Film
Festival
is
on,
none
more
than
myself,
who
has
the
misfortune
in
many
ways
of
working
a
mere
two
blocks
from
Yorkville
and
the
Four
Seasons
Hotel.
Now
I
could
say
I
have
the
great
fortune
of
being
able
to
attend
the
festival,
as
I
have
a
love
of
Independent
film,
and
more
importantly
talent,
and
the
joy
the
great
city
brings
us
all
in
that
regard.
Viki
Ackland
Breath
Sometimes
there
is
nothing
to
write
about
Viki
Ackland
World
gone
crazy
or
crazy
still?I
am
quite
overwhelmed
with
the
world
in
general
these
days.
Back
in
January
I
read
an
article
where
a
25-year-old
waitress
in
Germany
who
turned
down
a
job
providing
"sexual
services''
at
a
brothel
in
Berlin
faces
possible
cuts
to
her
unemployment
benefit
under
laws
introduced
this
year.
How
sick
is
this?
It
is
likely
there
is
more
to
the
story
and
this
is
sensationalism
Viki
Ackland
Summer
is
almost
over?
Say
it
isnt
so?
I
only
yesterday
dragged
all
of
my
shorts
and
summer
tops
out
of
storage.
I
finally
found
the
right
pair
of
comfy
sandals
to
wear,
and
my
bottle
of
self
tanning
lotion
is
still
almost
full.
I
just
got
an
AC
three
weeks
ago.
Viki
Ackland
Stressed
Out
This
Week
I
am
a
little
stressed
out
this
week,
and
my
mind
is
filled
with
too
many
jumbled
patterns
of
light
and
sound
to
focus
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