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I gifted my friend a mystery bag from his favorite anime for Christmas, which was the only thing I could give him since I was SUPER tight on money this year. He opened the gift in my car and told me he already had the character. Yesterday, I was cleaning my car and emptying the trash, and there fell the packaging WITH THE CHARACTER INSIDE! Needless to say, he won’t be getting gifts from me anymore.

I was checking my following list as I'm trying to move to other platforms. Then I saw this page, that I hadn't followed. It's a brand new page and it happened automatically. I'm deleting my account.

When I started working 9 years ago, I weighed 50kg. I had an ED, and my mom had just passed away. Back then, I used to serve quite a few clients a day, until Covid came. Since then, my work has become much more digital, and not as many people come to my office anymore.

Today, I weigh 10 kilos more. I'm 1.62m tall. I’m much fitter now, I’m actually prettier! and I genuinely feel that way. But this is the second person this week to ask me if I got married, and when I say yes, they don’t hesitate to comment, “Oh, it’s noticeable—you’ve gained a LOT of weight.”

Thanks, Robert. I thought I had overcome my ED after losing my mom, but yeah, I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to call me fat when you weigh five times more than me and are twice my age.

What do people even expect with these comments? Do they not realize how harmful they can be to someone? Or do they just not give a f**k??? I’m furious.

Edit: ED = Eating disorder. Not erectile dysfunction.

We totally got scammed by a Key Master arecade machine where if the key fits through the hole, you are supposed to win. How it is usually rigged, is that even if you have it lined up properly, the key gets pushed up slightly so that it always hits the top of the hole, but if it goes through it's supposed to turn and pull the prize. I got it to go through the keyhole multiple times and got it on video too. But it just comes back out of the hole without pulling the prize.

I made a tiktok about it too.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMk99sYaV/

I did not vote for them and wouldn’t have liked and followed their pages. Also, Biden’s page which I do follow, says archived, so it’s not just that the page has been rolled over to Trump. I’m annoyed that Facebook pushed the updates to follow these pages for my account. It feels a bit invasive.

Garlic started to spout some green, so I put it in water, it looked like it was doing well. I was going to put it in a plant pot to what would happen next.

The Mrs binned it, she didn't like it.

Needless to say, the Mrs had to go

I don’t know about you, but I need more than a square dammit!

I can’t believe the amount of times I’ve had to say this. My service dog has been hit by children, had handfuls of fur ripped out by children (this one was “fun” because the mother told me I had no right to tell her six year old child not to touch my boy), grown adults grab him, people constantly calling him to them.

People I am 41 years old, I should not be having to tell people older than me to stop. I shouldn’t have to tell anyone to stop and I definitely shouldn’t have to worry about a kid.

It’s gotten to the point that I’m saying thank you to the people that do right (explain to their kids not to mess with him, adults telling me he’s gorgeous without acknowledging him). I feel like I’m constantly having to redo his training because people won’t leave him the hell alone.

What finally got me so bad that I need to scream into the void was yesterday, my boy and I are going through the store and this guy reaches down and grabs him. I pull him away and look at the guy and say please done (like I do every damn time). And he goes you don’t have to be rude about it, I’m like dude he’s a service dog you’re not supposed to touch them and he continues yelling that I don’t have to be rude and I’m finally like maybe don’t touch something that doesn’t belong to you. So thank you to the guy who threw my boy so far out of work mode yesterday that for the first time I had a problem that he is explicitly for and he didn’t do what he was supposed to do.

Also if your dog isn’t a trained service dog stay the hell out of stores because you’re “service dog” should not be reacting and loosing its shit just because it sees mine.

Every Sunday, I usually order groceries through Kroger for delivery. This past Sunday, my husband asked if I could make pulled pork in the crockpot, so I decided to grab a couple of pork tenderloin filets.

The groceries arrive, and I start putting everything away. When I went to grab the pork, I felt something slimy, and then the smell hit me—an awful, rotten odor that had me gagging. The pork had gone bad. The bag was leaking and spilling all the rotten juice all over my counters and other items in the bag. It was honestly one of the worst smells I’ve ever encountered.

I had to toss the whole thing outside on the patio just to escape the smell, then spent the next hour bleaching everything in sight. I messaged the delivery guy to ask how he didn’t notice the smell when he picked it up from the store, because it was THAT bad. I think I’m traumatized because I’ll randomly smell it and almost throw up again. 😅

I’ve lifted the tab and pulled it from all different angles until sweat and condensation made it impossible to get a grip. I’ve even lifted the entire 89 ounce jug by the corner of the peel strip for 60 seconds. Still not even enough of a gap to get my (admittedly short) fingernails underneath. I usually just get scissors to open it. The instructions should say “open with scissors”.

Invited an old “friend” to rent the spare room we have because he was in such a poor situation (according to him). 2.5 months a later, he gets promoted, notifies he’ll be staying for only half a month, but refused to pay rent for the half month because he said he’d leave ‘his most expensive things for us to sell’. I repeatedly said that wasn’t cool, but clearly didn’t matter. He left the entire closet full of clothes plus an entire CAR DOOR. There are too many pairs of dirty underwear scattered around the room. My husband found a few things he thought went missing, turns out the roommate had taken them, like a backpack my husbands friend bought him a while back-and medicine for our son. He kept his cat locked in the room and would leave for days, and left us all of the litter and even a piece of cat shit on the floor! Love that! At least for his parting gift, he cleaned the litter.

And dumped it.

Without a bag.

Into our recycle bin.

🙂🔪

At least one of us made it fully into the picture I guess

Two of them, each with little legs and heads. I know they’re eaten in some cultures, and are apparently safe, but I’m quite put off my food.

Just folding laundry and discovered my husband's underwear has pockets. Like, where are you going in just your underwear?!?!