Yes, you’re right, my mistake!

I was a little lost until the iPod and the t9 showed up, then it was almost scary how normal it all felt. I didn’t even realize I still remembered t9 but I didn’t even have to think.

I’ve gone through some traumatic shit lately, and I’d also like to get a tattoo once I can put in enough OT to save for one.

Is your wife free? :)

Chewy is amazing. Price is very consistent and customer service is scary good. I once ordered food for my cat while sitting eating dinner. The next morning at 6am I opened my door to go to work and literally tripped over my cats food. I still have no fucking clue how the hell it got to me so quick, it was 12ish hours. When I moved and switched my auto subscription their system flagged my change of address as fraud and emailed me to call customer service. I called at literally 3am (because I’m a freakish night owl) expecting to work my way through an automated system and the phone rang twice and a very cheerful person answered. I almost hung up in shock and then almost was the jerk calling at 3am asking “why are you answering the phone at 3am?”

I noticed a few months ago that if I would put things in my cart and not order them right away, the price in my cart would jump a lot without notice, but the price on the page would stay the same. Like, I added something that was $30 to my cart, 2 days later it was $50 in my cart but the store page still showed the price as $30 and there wasnt the usual “an item in your cart changed price” message. I had to delete it from my cart and re-add it to get the price to drop. There was no deal, it wasn’t subscribe and save, nothing. This happened multiple times. I also had prime and couldn’t tell you the last time my shipping took less than 2 weeks, and I live near a city. I’ve since canceled prime and stopped ordering from Amazon unless I can’t find what I need elsewhere. Want to scam me, fuck you.

You sound like a good person. I hope you get out of the motel and into stable housing soon!

Hes been depressed for years. Kept saying its not me, and I kept asking how I could help and he kept telling me nothing. He’s been working with changing his meds around and just hit a new combo less than 2 months ago that he admitted has made him completely numb and because of that/on top of that he’s been drinking more after almost stopping alcohol. Won’t talk about maybe that being an issue, nope, it’s me, I gotto go. (He literally wont talk to me at all. We’ve had one text conversation since all this happened where he basically told me to fuck off and that his mind is made up). He was supposed to go to therapy recently for his depression but he changed his mind. I’m laughing because there’s that sexist joke “men will literally do anything but go to therapy” yeah well he literally just fucked up my life rather than go to therapy and have to deal with his feelings. He claims this isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I could have done differently but also that “I should have known” that he was depressed and of course going to leave me like this. I’ve been depressed my entire life and I’d never do this, so stop lying and just tell me the truth.

Thank you for your kind words. I’m still completely in shock and just trying to process the entire thing. I’ve cried more in the last week than I have in my entire life. Up until a week ago I would have said he was literally the best husband I ever could have dreamed of.

About a month ago I was at the gas station filling up my 24 year old clunker when a homeless guy came up and asked if I would give him enough money for a coffee. I was going to lie and say I didn’t have cash on me, but it occurred to me that I’m one bad day from being in his shoes every moment, so I checked the emergency stash I kept in my car and on impulse just gave him the whole pile of it. Idk how much it was, not a ton, but a handful of ones and maybe a $5 or a $10. And yeah, a week ago, that bad day happened. My husband dumped me via text message, and now I’m very, very close to homelessness in the next few weeks or months if I can’t find a place to go soon. It’s not always drugs, or addiction, or laziness. Sometimes it’s making what look like good decisions and just getting fucked over.

Wow, this is interesting! I really need to stop brushing it off and actually do something about it, but it’s just so much easier to ignore things sometimes :)

I hope you have a long, healthy life!

Ugh, that sucks. I suspect I have some underlying condition because whenever I actually stop being lazy and do cardio like running I’ll cough for days afterwards. I love running and used to run almost daily but got sick of constantly having a runner’s cough. But all my medical checkups have been great and I feel like if I complain about the fact that when I get sick it takes forever to recover and cough when I exercise it’s going to be too vague of a complaint for them to do anything about or care.

I’m an otherwise pretty healthy person who gets knocked out by anything respiratory. My entire life, ever since I was a kid, if I get a cold, the flu, anything, it’s going to be weeks to months of feeling terrible. I always hated how casual everyone around me was with their illness, like oh, it’s just a cold, yeah, well that cold is going to have me unable to sleep for the next 2 weeks and feeling generally awful for at least the next 2 after that, so please wash your hands after you sneeze on them. Twice now I’ve had the flu and taken over 4 months to recover and stop feeling like my lungs were filling with fluid every time I did any type of exercise.

When I was a kid my mom used to get American cheese sliced behind the deli counter all the time and they always gave us the slices in a stack and it never combined.

I can’t stand American cheese, nasty fake stuff, but I got cheddar cheese slices behind the deli the other week for the first time in awhile. Instead of just slicing it and giving it to me in a bag like every other time in my life, they individually wrapped every slice in a thin plastic. I got home and was like what in the plastic hell is this? So wasteful and it was a real PITA unwrapping it all.

Agreed! I’m a boring person (that’s why I’m on social media)

I used to work for a boss who would proudly say shit to my face like “it’s my job to get the most out of you for the least amount of money”. I used to respond by flat out refusing to do work saying “you’re paying me $12/hr, you’re getting $12/hr worth of work from me. You want me to work harder? Give me a raise.” We were understaffed and they refused to hire enough people to do the work (our work load more than tripled and they refused to hire any additional staff. Another location had more staff and way less work coming in daily). When my boss started regularly panicking that the work was never done at the end of the day and his ass was going to get handed to him by corporate I was like “huh, that sucks for you, I’m done at 5 and don’t give a shit. Maybe you should hire a few extra people like we keep asking”

Idk, is there universal Healthcare in Tamriel? Lol but I guess I wouldn’t have any money because I’d have died early on, so I’d still be better off without rent to pay :)

My husband and I had a conversation about this once. Why do we always end up rich with multiple houses in video games, when we’re broke AF in real life? Why can’t we transfer some of that into the real world. Then we realized the answer. Crime. We play criminals in video games. Skyrim? I’ll have 300,000 gold and 6 houses by level 40. I’ll also have robbed every single house, every NPC, and shop in every hold. Damned morals keeping me from doing that in the real world.

A knee locking up sounds far more painful than an ankle! I hope you somehow find a resolution!

Nah, my parents wouldn’t take me and when I was an adult I didn’t have money/care enough to go find another doctor who I figure also won’t care. I’m also no longer an athlete (because of said ankle, but now I’m just old and lazy) so it’s not a big deal. If it hurts, it hurts.

When I was 10 I started having issues with my ankle joint “locking” into place. I wouldn’t be able to bend it forward or back (like you need for a walking motion), and would have to roll it around gently sideways and slowly get a wider and wider ROM in my roll until it popped and I could do a straight back and forth motion and walk normally again. As a young athlete, it was a bitch, because I’d be sprinting down the soccer field and mid stride my ankle would lock and I’d be fucking hobbling. Finally at 13 my parents decided maybe it was an issue worth seeing a doctor for. The orthopedic specialist told me he had no idea what was going on, that puberty does weird things to kids heads and it was all in my imagination. Told me by the time my hormones stabilized it would go away, said just wait til 15 or so, I promise you’ll be fine. I’m in my 30s and the fucking thing locked up as recently as last week, so he’s clearly a genius.