TheFlopster

They just couldn’t write it on a to-do list, because they were illiterate.

Mon cher!

“All living spaces near office buildings are getting more and more unaffordable”

FTFY

When did “call in” change to “call out”? And why? You “call in” to work to tell them you will be out.

It feels like it was in the last 5 years or so, but all the new people (younger than me) at work now say “call out,” and I don’t understand the lexicon shift.

That’s the prequel movie. The one where you see the beginnings of, uh, head dictator guy who starts the hunger games. (I didn’t watch it.)

I agree. I knew the image in the thumbnail wasn’t a Commodore 64, because it had an @ symbol above the 2. Nope! Shoulda been quotation marks there (then).

But when I click on the article, I think that first picture is right. At least, it looks like what I remember.

This stinks! This is total B.S.!

Who controls the British pound?

Who keeps the metric system down?

We do! We do!

Counting calories. I used MyFitnessPal, but I’m sure there are other apps.

Figure out how many calories you need daily to maintain your current weight, depending on age/gender/height, and then subtract about 500 calories from that. This also depends on your stats; you don’t want to go below your minimum daily calories. You’ll be hungry and dizzy all the time, and your body will try to store extra fat because it thinks you’re starving.

You can eat whatever you want, as long as you stay under your daily calorie number. You might not be healthy (depending on your food choices), but you will lose weight.

Good luck!

My boyfriend is getting more and more frequent panic attacks. He’s at the end of his rope. I’m trying to get him therapy, but it took almost a year to convince him to let me sign him up for some. Today they contacted him to schedule an appointment…for a month from now. And he panicked about it so badly that he started sobbing at the end of his workday (while still at work).

He can’t afford therapy, so I offered to pay. Which makes him feel guilty. His constant anxiety is keeping him from getting help for his constant anxiety. It’s only going to get worse. And there’s nothing I can do about it.

I just realized I didn’t directly answer your question: terrible.

I gotchu fam. c/risa represent!

Always upvote Rammstein.

Zebras seem cool. I don’t think Texas has any zebras. They can hang out with the horses…? (Idk if they actually get along.)

And giraffes! I want a giraffe to come hang out in my yard and eat some tall leaves.

Same. If I can’t eat what I want, what’s even the point of being an adult? Eating things I like is basically the only thing I have left in life to look forward to.

I think it might be the word “named” instead of “identified.” That and the two “as” appositive phrases prepositional phrases in a row.

Talk to a friend about everything you’re feeling. Bitch about all his worst qualities and be extra petty about it. Cry about all his good qualities that you’ll miss. Watch a new show or movie or an old comforting favorite (anything that doesn’t remind you of him). Have a long Lemmy scrolling session to try to take your mind off it for a while. Cry some more. Tell yourself how life is so unfair, and sometimes it sucks. Scream out loud, and get some stuff off your chest that you’d never say to his face. Cry again. Write down everything you’re feeling, then keep it, or burn it (whatever feels right in the moment). Hydrate after all the crying. Don’t forget to eat, and eat whatever you feel like. Try to get some sleep.

Potentially repeat some of those things the next day, and the next, but hopefully fewer and fewer as the days go by, and the feelings become less pointed.

Maybe you could switch to evening showers?

Pros: luxuriate in there as long as you want, feel comforted, more sleeping in.

Cons: idk, I love an evening shower. Drying your hair before bed I guess?

If anyone is being harmed, member or non-member, then I think it should be stopped. That applies to both cult activities and cultural activities.

I would have said god is a fascist. There’s a real “do what I’ve decided is best for you, or there will be hell to pay” (pun intended) vibe throughout his interactions with humanity.

But he does always seem to need money, so maybe you have a point.

I did once! Technically it was a participation ribbon. Picture it: Southern California, 1993, school foot race. I was 8 years old. The winners got the blue ribbon and the whatever second place was colored ribbon. And everybody else (me) got a white participation ribbon.