So for a school project I made a yard sign and I thought it would be a great idea to use washable markers to make it (because that is all I had). So a day later it rained and the expected happened. :(

I was already frustrated with this doctor before picking up this prescription today. This guy is only reachable by phone, during 9-5 (which is when I’M at work), and has no voicemail if you catch the office staff on one of their random lunch breaks. After calling the office to have 3 scripts that had run out of refills renewed, I had to first confirm that I couldn’t wait on any of these medications (I had already run out on two and was dangerously low on the third) before asking for a refill. When I went to the pharmacy today, they had only gotten refill notices for 2 of the 3 scripts, so now I get to slowly run out of my nerve pain medication. Since they hadn’t received a script for the syringe refills (intramuscular syringes are dispensed by the pharmacy where I’m from), these little B12 vials just get to sit and look pretty. Thank God I see this doctor on Monday so I can passively aggressively chew him out for his incompetence on letting me be unnecessarily exhausted an in pain for failing to keep me properly medicated while overfilling a prescription we had agreed at a previous appointment to stop. I know I need a new doc, but his specialty (neurology) is necessary to keeping my chronically ill ass functional, and finding a new doctor where I am is the “Wild West” as my mother puts it.

Edit: Appropriate syringes acquired from the Bezos business! I shall have them tomorrow!

Flex seal needs to be sued for false advertising.

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Yes, there as a proper patch under the tape. When that started leaking I tried other things. There is gorilla waterproof tape, then flex seal waterproof putty, then flex seal tape.

IMO, it should be Pidgey, Pidgeot, Pidgeotto

Dammm didn’t realise how loud a JetSki was until two people kept hooning in the same spot for an hour near our campsite

I always get a steak bowl with white rice, guacamole, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, and fajita veggies. It’s usually a little heaping. If I take out the lettuce, this bowl is maybe half full.

For context, i’m 17 and sometimes (1 out of 3 or 4 hangouts) get home 5-15 minutes later than my dad expected. i try to be as punctual as possible but sometimes theres traffic or something comes up and I leave later than expected. In the past 2 years I have never been more than 45 minutes late home. I currently have screen time and messaging limits that last for 3 hours everyday and automatically shut off after 10pm.

edit: additional context, i have a job and am always 10-15 minutes early for that. I go to school and havent been late yet this school year. he knows that. I have ADHD and am passionate about both school and my job so mentally its very easy to show up on time. I am working on my punctuality with him and it was already improving before this exchange. i am usually 5 minutes late maybe 1 out of 4 times i leave the house. i don’t hangout with friends often so thats only once or twice a month. But 2 days ago i missed an exit on the ride home from my boyfriends college and was 10 minutes late which set him off. He is a single parent so he wants me home to watch my sister. He is however Unemployed with no romantic prospects and (from what i know) few friends. he goes on walks at night and gets mad when he cant leave on time for those.

Asking a simple hypothetical question and ChatGPT refuses to engage.

....my defenders are missing

Nothing makes Christmas time feel less special than. Seeing the decorations up for 2 and a half months.

I’m sure this will be fine…right??

We live in a capitalist hellscape where nothing is real, everything is unaffordable, and even when you splurge on some Dubai chocolate style cakes at Walmart the corporate greed is so thick that at the end of the day you still can't have a sliver of whatever Dubai chocolate is supposed to be like.

Let me clean them, damn it. I want to do it.

The trash is put out on Thursday evening to be picked up early Friday morning. At 10 AM on Friday morning long after the trash had been picked up, hubs says to me, “Did you throw a bag of clothing away?”
To which I respond, “No, why do you ask?”
He then says that he saw or felt that one of the bags of trash had a bunch of clothing in them.

Incredulous, I asked why he would wait until now to inquire about this. He just looked at me innocently with wide eyes as if he was doing me a huge favor.

This is infuriating. Why is it that he sees what he believes doesn’t belong in the trash, zips his mouth shut, decides to sleep on it, and then mentions it hours after the trash has been picked up?!

He can be a crazymaker sometimes, so I guess I’m just going to chalk this one up to one of his crazy making schemes to drive me crazy, and when I get upset makes me look like the crazy one. And I refuse to believe that my housekeeper is throwing our clothes away! He really put me into a tizzy.

I was craving a pretzel crust pepperoni pizza. I got
87% salt
13% pizza

Accidentally bought fabric spray in the exact same scent as my current bathroom anti-stank spray. I realize this only as I was spraying my couches. My living room now,.to me, smells like a toilet.

This is so unbelievably mild to the point where it literally doesn’t affect me, but my roommate keeps his PlayStation in the lounge room which I have no issue with, but I’ll go to turn it off and the controller will be out of charge. The thing with PlayStations is if you unplug them from the wall without properly turning it off it could hurt the machine, and you can’t properly turn it off without going into a certain menu on the console, so I don’t wanna be the guy that accidentally breaks his roommates PlayStation, but I also don’t wanna have to go out of my way to charge someone else’s PlayStation.

God my life is hard