I’m admittedly not a expert in nails, but I do like having a pedicure every once in a while. I went to a salon that is highly rated in our area. It’s extremely busy and basically doesn’t take walk-ins. Great reviews online. I checked out reviews and comments on our local community forum and booked a pedicure with someone who is highly recommended.
I had a little bit of gel still left on my toenails from a pedicure. I had done quite some time ago. The nail technician used a Dremel like device to remove the nail polish. I have never had this done before, and just assumed it was common now. She applied regular nail polish (not gel).
Six weeks later and I am noticing that my toenail is growing out really strangely. There is essentially a gap in my toenail between the cuticle, and where the toenail starts. It has separated from my toe.
A client of mine is an upper extremities surgeon (but nails - according to him - grow the same way regardless if they are on your hands or feet) and I asked him if I should be concerned about it.
He said that the technician very likely used too much of the Dremel on my nail and damage the nail bed below where the nail is. This could be pretty serious because it could cause ingrown, nails and infection, and that I should make a appointment with a podiatrist to get the entire nail removed so it can grow back safely.
I will say that it has been incredibly painful and it will take everything I can to make it to the appointment on Thursday.
Right now, I am trying to decide if I should reach out to the salon. I am a small business owner, and I don’t want to ravage them online with a review and pretty gruesome pictures without reaching out to them first. I’m trying to gauge if the Dremel use is normal , if they were being lazy, removing the polish, instead of soaking it off…. I’m just really confused as to how this could’ve happened.
If you have any experience or insight, I would love to hear it.

I live in an apartment complex that is U shaped, with a courtyard in the middle. There are about 40 units in total. My direct next door neighbors have very loud sex 5-6 times a week and we can all hear it. It’s mostly the woman and it’s not cute sexy sounds; it sounds like she has been bludgeoned on the head and is moaning to her death. This goes on for several minutes and then he yells out. I can’t hear them through the walls. I hear them with my windows and doors closed and tv on, but it travels outside the unit and into the courtyard. People close their windows and cringe. It’s been going on for about a year but now that summer is coming, windows are open and it’s even louder. We have families that live here with small children. I get we live in an apartment and noise is to be expected and yeah people have sex. Good for them for getting it on all of the time but it really feels like we live on the set of pornhub. They also play their tv so loud it sounds like a movie theater that I can again hear inside my home with all of my windows and doors shut. They are just rude. They literally just had sex and now the tv is blasting. Like if I wanted to read a book or take a nap I can’t bc they are so loud. I want to say something to my landlord but I’ve never been in this situation before and am wondering if I’m being ridiculous for being annoyed or is it reasonable? Thanks in advance.

We've been looking for a home in the Denver area, which is a super hot market. For context, the first house we submitted an offer on in April had 27 other offers and ended up going almost $100k over asking. We started looking very seriously last month and just submitted our 4th offer yesterday afternoon.
We found a house that checked a lot of our boxes and didn't need much work. The list price was near the top of our budget but we had some wiggle room to submit over ask. We were told with a "compelling enough" offer they'd consider cancelling all showings today, and that the sellers were hoping to get over ask (side note - I hate the games people play with real estate, just freaking list the lowest price you'd accept and let people go up from there if they think it's worth more).
We were on pins and needles all night but didn't hear from them until 1p today & that they'd have a decision by 3. We then didn't hear until 4 (annoying, I'm the type to stare at my phone waiting for the realtor at exactly 3:01). They countered our original offer saying they liked our terms but had higher offers, if we could go up $10k we'd be the strongest. We took a bit to consider as this was already near the top of our price range but decided to match their counter, and had high hopes based on the comments from our agent.
We just found out that they went with another offer anyway. It's super frustrating and demoralizing to spend so much time and emotional energy, do exactly what the sellers ask (and get our hopes up) just to be told no anyway. Back to the Zillow search I guess.

Please be nice, just looking to see if anyone else who has dealt with this issue has any better ideas!
I am about 310lbs right now, and I wear jeans (size 24-26) 90% of the time. Most of my weight is in my midsection (my butt is unfortunately flat comparatively, front butt situation going on lol).
I also have a long torso, proportionally. I am 5'6" but if I'm standing next to my 5'0" friend, our legs are the same length. So the jeans I'm buying are also usually short length, if that's relevant. And I usually buy high rise jeans due to my proportions to make my legs look longer.
I don't buy anything super duper tight, but I do try to make sure they're tight enough to stay up without a belt. I wear a belt some days, but it has to be so tight and digging into my stomach for my pants to not fall down, so I do try to avoid if possible. (I'm open to different belt suggestions if that's the answer?)
Maybe this whole thing is just the kind of a thing us larger people have to deal with but idk, I'm just wondering if anyone had any solutions I haven't thought of.
It's especially annoying because most of the pairs I have do stay up for approximately 1-2 hours in the morning perfectly, but then they like stretch out or something and start slipping and I spend the rest of the day pulling them up!
I'm not a very feminine person, so I don't wear a lot of skirts or dresses, so I appreciate that thought but I've tried before, and I even like some of the looks, but it's just not my vibe for work.
Thanks for any suggestions.

Side note: I've added a password, so read carefully. If you message me WITHOUT the password, your messages are automatically IGNORED. tired of getting hit up with people who don't read 😒. It's ridiculous cause I've ignored 5+ chats cause none of them contained the password. Things are written for a reason.
Facts about me:

• I have been roleplaying since 2012. Yes, I got experience under my belt, and yes, my ideas usually have really long reads, but don't let that scare you off! After the starter is off, I may lower myself down to a decent paragraph or two, sometimes three! It all depends on what I've got to work with.
  
• My timezone is EST. I'm awake from 9am - 2am and I'm usually free unless I'm busy doing house chores, out of the house, asleep, or playing video games on my switch. I'm usually become REALLY active at or around 8pm.
  

Rules:
1: if you don't like 50/50 mixture of sex scenes and story, don't bother hopping into my inbox. I'm fine with sex scenes, but when it's constantly back to back, the roleplay itself gets boring.
2: Be literate. No one liners. I like to write..it's annoying when I send a 2-3 paragraph response and I get 3 lines...just...no. I am not accepting people who are just starting out! If you aren't experienced in writing or roleplaying, kindly stay out of my inbox.
3: Be okay with playing canon characters. I'm mainly doing fandom roleplays right now and it's going to be Canon x my oc. No, I'm not doing double ups. Do not even ask, because the answer will be no every time. I do not give a shit if you think that makes me 'lazy' or 'selfish', if you've got a problem, you can simply ignore or block me. Commenting on my post to bitch and whine about me not doubling up will only result in me blocking you. The ONLY time I'll double up, and if I'm confident enough, I'll only do female characters. I suck at males. Got a problem? Not my issue. Block and move on.
4: Roleplay in third person. I can't and won't adapt to first. Don't even bring up the idea of you playing first person and me playing third. Believe it or not, I've been asked this twice and that is just a hell no for me. The only time I do first, is when I'm writing into my book.
5: if you don't know how to share ideas, then don't bother messaging me. I'm tired of carrying the story when the other person doesn't help. If you've got ideas, then PLEASE speak up! Your opinion on the roleplay matters too! I'm an easy going person, and easy to get along with (dispite my rules).
6: DO NOT control my character. I control what she says, does, hears, sees, ect. I don't control yours, so don't control mine. HOWEVER, if it's highly necessary and needed, then run it by me first and ask me. Just leave me some wiggle room so I can make a decent response. Failure to comply by this rule, results in immediate drop of the rp.
End Note:
Yes, I've updated my rules just a tad. I do not care if it makes me sound mean or rude, because I'm neither of these things. I'm just tired of putting these rules down for a specific reason and they go ignored because I can tell when someone hasn't read them, and lied about it. I'm just trying to get my point across and roleplay. I'm a very easy going person who loves to make friends on the side (which I've somewhat given up on making friends...only a selective few have actually gained my friendship).
Do not hop into my inbox with a simple 'hey' 'hi' 'sup', etc and for God's sake, don't message me with a 'rp?'and proceed me to flash me with your talliwhacker. I promise you, you'll get your feelings hurt and I'll be here laughing at ya 😂. Nobody wants a peen on their screen. Do not send me an image of your one eyed noodle. Thank you. The password is pineapple.
Fandoms & Pairings
Deadpool (Wade x my oc)
The Adam's family
Pokemon ((MAYBE. Don't be nasty about it either!))
Bridgerton (or something like it. Can be Oc x Oc)
Disney Decedent's (or anything Disney) (oc x oc)
Orange is the new black (this can be oc x oc).
Criminal Minds (REALLY wanna do)
Marvel:
Loki x my oc
Spiderman (Tom Holland) x my oc
Dog The Bounty Hunter (REALLY wanna do):
Dog Chapman x my oc
The walking dead (REALLY wanna do!!):
Daryl X my oc
Batman x my oc
Lucifer (Netflix show series) x my oc (really wanna do)
The Originals: Klaus x my oc (PLEASE !! I REALLY wanna do this one!)
American Horror Story: Tate x my oc (REALLY wanna do)
Dragon Ball Z - Super (vegeta x my oc) (really wanna do)
Naruto: Minato x my oc
Harry Potter (thanks to the wonderful world of rp, the characters will be 18 or older. For me, I'd like it if it was Draco x my oc. REALLY wanna do)
Game Of Thrones (I'm still very early in the show, but I think we could think of something!)
Once Upon A Time:
killian x my oc, REALLY wanna do 🥺.
Avatar the last Airbender:
Zuko x my oc
Twilight:
Jacob x my oc
(Course, our version will be alot better than the movies).
If any of these interests you, message me!
End note part 2:
Congratulations! You've made it to the end. Still interested? You've got the password. Message me and let's get started 😁.

Gwzuc complained to his father for what felt like the 10th time about being pulled out of school for an entire week to travel to Demila, a backwater planet just so they could visit on a specific date . His father unrelentingly told him once again “This is an important date for myself and the humans, they call it Memorial Day, a day to celebrate and mourn those lost in the line of duty. Of which the humans have lost plenty in the War of Imperial Aggression. Hopefully you will understand once our day has concluded.”
Krlinn Vol'jin was a former Captain in the Federation Armed Forces, being medically discharged after the slaughter of Demilia which saw Federation ground forces being reduced to a mere 20% of what was sent to the planet in an effort to stop the Tuvili Empire from gaining a valuable stronghold in the fight for the Federations survival.
Krlinn and his son Gwzuc arrived at the memorials entrance and proceeded to a hallway immediately to their left, Krlinn already knew exactly where to go, having been here countless times before. Gwzuc on the other hand only got a quick glance around, the wings of the memorial seemingly dedicated species by species with Humanity’s being the largest.
On the way over Krlinn started to speak to his son using a tone Gwzuc was all too familiar with, it meant that his father was about to start one of his famous lectors and not even a charging Curbat could stop him, with nothing better to do Gwzuc listened while walking, his father choosing to not take the speed assist walkways in an effort to have more time to make his point before reaching their destination.
“Now son I know that you have heard all of this throughout your lifetime but I feel the need to reiterate it due to what you will see shortly. Humans arrived on the galactic scene a couple of centuries ago and ever since then have been an average species in our great federation, not the strongest, nor the most intelligent, no, Humanity simply exists in most aspects of life.” At this point they reach around the midway point where banners from Terra, the Humans homeworld are flown along with a statue, Krlinn stops them both and walks to the statue before looking his son in the eye. “But Son, do not be mistaken when you look a Human in the eye and see nothing but steely resolve looking back at you. Know in your deepest hearts that something somewhere should be terrified.” At this point Gwzuc looks confused at the statue, it appears to be a human male wearing firefighting gear he looks at the plaque in front of the statue which reads
“Dedicated to the brave men and woman, firefighters, police, and EMT’s who lost their lives while helping the citizens of Demila during the war, costing many of their own lives but saving countless others in the process.”
“But I don’t get it. Why die for others instead of saving themselves?” Gwzuc said quite frankly while looking at his father.
Krlinn sighed, the question being poised one he was expecting but was still hoping to all together avoid. “That question is what we are here to answer today. Humans are unique in the federation, most species have an instinct for self preservation, our many cultures only serve to reinforce that instinct. For that matter the human’s have that same instinct, the difference being they can turn it off. That steely eyed look I mentioned earlier? That’s how you know if the “switch” has been flipped in a human’s head.” Krlinn brought his son up to start the walk back down to get to the exhibit that was their goal. In the meantime he could see Gwzuc’s coils phasing in his head as he was slowly starting to understand why his father never talked about his experiences in the war.
“You know son, the humans almost never made it to front line combat units” Krlinn said to his son. His son looked at him surprised and asked “How? They make up almost half the Federation’s forces!” Krlinn replied “That came about partially because of the event’s here. For all the Federation’s upsides it’s bureaucracy is not one, most saw the humans lack of specialization and failure to excel at any one thing to mean that they were useless. While most humans in the Forces were relegated to backline support and logistics, or medical staff there were always a few every infantry company did see at least a few. Hell, one of the member’s on my headquarter’s staff was human.”
There was a long minute of silence following this, Gwzuc looked at his father who had the eyes of a person looking into the past remembering something Gwzuc knew better than to interrupt him when he got like this, after a minute they were at the front of the exhibit.
They had walked into a large hall with statues every 20 yards or so, while they hadn’t encountered anybody on the way to the hall due to them taking the non speed assisted path the hall was filled with people, while all species appeared to be represented it stood out to Gwzuc that the majority was of Humans which he thought odd, until he remembered what his father had told him. That this was a Holiday for the human’s one a day to remember and mourn those who had fallen.
“We could spend all day here looking at every memorial, but instead I want to focus on the Men and Women I personally knew and served with who helped me and others survive.” Krlinn said to his son, bringing him to the first statue, again without needing more than a second to gather his surroundings.
The first statue they came upon was of a woman saluting, the almost bronze statue was so detailed he could see the wrinkles around her eyes, evidently the picture this was molded after was taken of her facing that system's star. Krlinn tells Gwzuc “I will let the plaques do the talking, I didn't know the private well enough to add more information.” Gwzuc walked forward and saw two plaques starting with the one on the left having more and larger writing
“Here lies a remembrance to Private Livia Morrison, a medic who in the battle of Demilia at great risk to her own life ran across a battlefield in an effort to save two marines who were severely injured by an artillery shell. She ran over 300 meters while being actively engaged by combatants to reach the marines. At which point she provided life saving assistance and stabilized them. However after finishing her duties she heard cries coming from a short distance and while moving to provide them care she was hit by an artillery shell. Her bio-metric suit and helmet recorded her last words as “Get those Marines home” before shortly passing away from blood loss.” Gwzuc’s hearts were beating slightly just reading that, not imaging he could ever do something so dangerous. The second plaque seemed to be for information “Private Morrision received a battalion commendation for her heroic efforts. We thank her family for allowing her likeness to be used. It should be noted Morrision had only been stationed on Demila for two weeks when the attack began, it was her first posting out of training and her only.”
Krlinn quickly brought his son to another statue giving him barely enough time to absorb what he read before his father began to speak “This is Sergeant Rhett Dunlap, while I would not have considered us friends due to a myriad of reasons he was a good man, from what I hear those whose lives he saved donated the cost to get this statue built.” Gwzuc took a good look at the statue. It showed a short human male who one would call diminutive if not for the fact that his muscles made him look extremely stocky. The statue showed him in a kneeling position with a light machine gun in one hand, the other arm missing below the elbow, his uniform tattered and shrapnel sticking in all parts of him. Gwzuc started to read the quite long plaque
“Here lies Sergeant Dunlap depicted by request of his brothers in arms to show his final moments. The Sergeant was severely injured in an artillery blast resulting in his arm being blown off. It is noted when asked about it he told his superiors “Just a flesh wound” before laughing, A few moments later the imperials began another push and the Federation had to fall back or be enveloped. The Sergeant then picked up a machine gun and hoisted it onto a nearby wall before telling his platoon leader that he would cover the retreat. His platoon leader accepted, seeing no alternative. The Sergeant proceeded to hold off imperial forces single handedly for over 4 minutes resolution in his platoon making a full retreat with no casualties. For this Sergeant Dunlap was awarded a Titanium Novastar”
Krlinn put a hand on his son’s shoulder after seeing Gwzuc finish reading, startling his boy. His father spoke in an uncharacteristically quiet voice “I saw it you know. His final stand, we had a drone in the area to make sure the retreat went as smoothly as possible. He wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. Even when he ran out of ammo he pulled his knife out and used it. When we finally took that sector back his corpse was surrounded by imperial bodies. I shudder to imagine what he could have achieved without already being injured.” Come son there’s one more statue you need to see.
With that Krlinn brings his son to the final statue, which was also the largest and in place of honor in the middle of the room, it was a simple statue similar to the first one they went to showing a tall but skinny human male saluting, due to others in the room they must wait for a handful of minutes before being able to read this statue's plaque. This appears to be the only statue with an accompanying piece on display, it appears to be a name tag ripped off a military uniform that says “Saunders”. The entire wait, Gwzuc noticed his father had not said a word and appeared to be in his own world. Gwzuc read the plaque
“Here Lies lieutenant Caleb Saunders dubbed by many as “The Savior of Demila” whose actions caused a total rout of the Imperial forces on the planet during the Battle of Demila. While Federation forces were in a near collapse the lieutenant grabbed a targeting sensor and spent 12 hours sneaking into an Imperial Ammo facility in an effort to place the sensor in a way to be able to bring artillery accurately onto imperial lines from far off batteries. Helmet footage that was being transmitted to base showed that in the process of activating the sensors a patrol of Imperials found him. Instead of engaging the sensor and retreating he valiantly activated it while receiving multiple injuries, allowing said artillery to destroy the facility and cause a chain reaction destroying a large number of Imperial Assets at the cost of the Lieutenant’s life.”
Gwzuc quickly moved onto the second plaque his two hearts racing, a thought forming in his mind. “This statue was paid for and commissioned by the Federal Armed Forces. For them we thank the ability to remember Lieutenant Saunders. For his actions Saunders was awarded a Federation Star of the People, The federation’s highest military honor. We also thank Captain Krlinn Vol'jin for donating Saunders name tag. It is said he ripped it off before allowing Saunders to attempt the mission in an effort to ensure his sacrifice would not be forgotten.”
After reading the last sentence everything fell into place for Gwzuc who turned to his father, however before he could get a word out his father said “Some of the human’s have a term for this type of thing you know? That’s how damn common it is for them. They call it “Broken Arrow.”” His father motions his son to step away so others could read the plaque Gwzuc witnesses a sight so rare he forgot it possible his father was in tears. Full blown tears “Caleb was a damn good man you know. Had a wife and daughter, he was going to engineering school on the side, he had every reason to live. That’s how I learned about the human’s now famous look. That was the first time I saw it, you know? We were trying to set up a final line of defense, something, anything to slow the imperials down, buy time for civilians to evacuate, reinforcements to show, hell just praying anything would happen other than our deaths. All looked hopeless, we were in a staff planning meeting. When someone pointed out how close the ammo dump was to their motor pool. A glaring oversight but one an overconfident enemy makes. Saunders had made a comment that was true, if we could get one of our Targeting sensors on the building we could call in a strike to blow it up. The atmosphere and jamming made anything but direct positional targeting impossible, the device had to physically be at a location to be used. It made bombing near impossible for us and they knew it. Sadly we had no explosives to make use of.” Krlinn at this point took a minute to compose himself and finish his story. “We all agreed it would work, but no one would risk their lives like that, it just wasn’t done. Caleb finally said he would do it, I didn’t believe him however seeing the other human’s heorices I should have, and said ok to the plan thinking it was just bravado and he would back out. He just prepared his pack and sensor so I saw him off. When I saw that look in his eye, that look that meant he already knew he was dead and just waiting for it to happen, I thought for just a minute, maybe just maybe he would go through with it, so I took his nametag and sent him on his way. Not putting much stock into it succeeding goddess not even watching his helmet cam, that was until he broke comm discipline and his comm burst with the sound of gunshots and screams, until finally all he said with a grunt was “Standy for target acquisition”. Following that was one giant fireball a few minutes later…” Krlinn looked at his son after giving his son a minute to understand and absorb all of the information he was given. He felt guilty about being annoyed at his dad for taking out of school. After a while all he said was “I’m sorry” before they began to walk back down the hall, Gwzuc looking at every human present through a new lens, partially in awe, partially in fear of what they are capable of.
On the treadmill-like walkway back he heard his father say to himself a poem, but for the first time listening to the words and truly taking their meaning in.

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

His father finished his almost mechanical repeating of the poem before saying to his son “Human’s won’t throw their lives away, but they will sacrifice them if needed”
A/N This is my first time writing a short story like this since school, so I’m happy with any criticism. I do hope however you enjoy it! The end poem is not my own work as I hope you all know. All credit for that goes to Dylan Thomas the Poet.

Heyyy
I'm here to find some new friends with whom i can talk to on a daily basis with :D I think it'll be fun to chill with some of yall! Like watching movies, playing games where you kill people with paint (coughSplatooncough) talk about what the best type of pizza is, travel destinations... everyone knows what I mean:) Im definitely convinced that great friendships could develop here and thats why ill try this out. If its not working, then well yikes xD
So to meee: I'm a ''sometimes'' gamer with a shitty PC so I'm more into consoles like the switch. I love games like splatoon, animal crossing, MK8 etc. So if you have these games then hello?? Hit me up??? I do play some PC games tho but high resolution games are not on that list xD. Something like Roblox (yes I'm 8 years old), Genshin, Minecraft and too much Skyrim for my health. I Like too write (don't have ideas rn sadly) but i have lots of texts that i can share if i trust you^{^} they're in German tho so its time too learn that hehe.
I dance too but it feels like, that I have 2 left feet (Do it for a long time already tho), watching random shit like Trash TV (maybe I should do something more productive? But well what do I know), I like language learning and culture learning so tell me about yours :) also Im going too brag a bit. I probably know a random fact from your country so challenge me!
Also wouldnt it be kinda cool too build spice tolerance together? Like eating something very spicy and just try not too die? that idea came just into my brain and im determined to do that with someone.
Thats alot and there is more but lets save that for the chat 😁
I'm pretty simple(I think). So ill be simple too you too! As long as youre 18-23 years old, we are probably best friends i guess. Im just kidding...unl-
Anyways I don't care about your heritage or similar. Im pretty open too everyone in my age range:). Please be a decent human being which means don't be racist, hateful you know bla bla bla It would be cool if we have similar time zones but if it can't be helped, then thats fine too:D I can get busy so please keep that in mind! Soon ill have a big break tho, so prepare to get annoyed
Im not looking to develop a FWB relationship or any similar type of relationship like sending nudes. Alsooo i won't send you after exchanging 7 texts how i look like because why do you wanna know after this short period of time. But I'm sure future best friend, that we can get along just great. We don't need too have the same interests but it would be cool too maybe play a game of MK8?, splatoon? Idk maybe Minecraft? Or just eat ramen and talk about the most random Shit. Who knows. Oh wait! I forgot too say: PLEASE be invested in really talking. I don't know how too respond to ''ok'' ''hi''
Well lets see how this goes!. I have Discord its probably easier too talk there (and other thinks except Snapchat) - Reddit chat seems to hate me, so I'm pretty scared too loose conversations here
Wow that was alot to take probably but welp nice too meet you:) Ill See You in the PMs (o̶r̶ n̶o̶t̶)
Feel free too PM anytime bye bye!

Throwaway for OBVIOUS reasons. This is a long, kind of crazy story that has a lot to do with intuition and straight up Facebook stalking lol not the most serious detective work, but it ties together. Please bare with me, as I'm going to do my best to get it all out in a way that makes sense.
I'm a healthcare worker. When I was in my early 20s, I had a coworker, lets call him "Ross," who rubbed me the wrong way within the first few weeks of knowing him. He was a seemingly charming, outgoing ~40 y/o who infiltrated into and got along well with my work friend group. He started to rub me the wrong way when he would try to "innocently" make physical contact with me during visits with our patients (making a point to put his hand over top of mine when doing a Hoyer transfer, asking for hugs, putting his hand on my back or shoulder, etc.). This escalated to him telling me on a regular basis how beautiful he thought I was and how "in shape" I was, telling me that I could be a supermodel... he continued to do this refer to me as "supermodel" at our group outings, in front of my boyfriend and his fiancé, "Rachel." She was less than thrilled and safe to say she didn't like me from the get-go. (Side note: when he started working with us he had told us about his girlfriend, it wasn't until we met her that she told us that they had been engaged for over a year.) To tell you a little about Rachel, she too was in her early 20s and a beautiful, sweet, reserved, dark-blonde girl. Hair color ties into this. They lived together with his "only" teenage daughter.
After about two months of working with this guy I could not shake the weird vibes he gave me. I told a friend that I worked with about it and she expressed that she had noticed how Ross was strangely infatuated with me and another girl that we worked with (also early 20s). She told me how she had felt like he was appropriate towards her, but pointed out that she has blonde hair and that me and the other coworker both had dark brown hair--suggesting that perhaps he had more of a type.
Decided to google Ross, as he has a rather unique last name. I figured that I would probably find nothing and could put my mind to rest about the weird feeling in my gut once I did... but I didn't. Instead, I found an obituary for a close relative of his that had his name listed as well as what I assumed were the names of his ex wife and three daughters. This peaked my interest because he had told us at length about one daughter, but only one, and that one's name was on the list.
I searched the name of his ex wife on Facebook and to my delight it seemed that most of, if not all of her posts were public. Under the influence of a strong edible, I spent more time than I'd like to admit just mindlessly scrolling through her posts. Not reading every one, but just scanning to see if there was anything that stood out. She was a pretty, older, dark-haired woman who shared a lot of After scrolling through a few months worth of posts, I came across a screenshot of a Pinterest-like image of a living room with two canvases that spelled out "STOCKHOLM" on them, or something to the effect... and her caption on it was "I found the perfect housewarming gift for my sister, Rachel," and in that moment my heart sunk to my stomach... because I KNEW.
I kept scrolling and found another post that was sharing a link to an article entitled "A Different Kind of Heart Attack: New Research Finds A Broken Heart Permanently Weakens The..." (I'm referring to a screenshot, so that's all I've got.) Her caption on the post solidified the feeling in my gut. She wrote in her caption, "This literally happened to me a few years ago... My BP was regularly low and I had fainting spells due to my heart not pumping enough blood to my brain... this was after discovering that my now ex husband was sleeping with my 15 year old sister. I later learned that he was also abusing our children." I could have barfed. Putting those pieces together told me that Rachel had been groomed into being this gross man's fiancé. From her comments it sounded like for whatever reason, the court system failed them and he had gotten out with no charges or anything.
I immediately told my friend and from that point on only interacted with Ross in a work setting. If he went out with our work friend group then I didn't talk to him, I brought my boyfriend to ensure I wasn't alone, and I avoided him at all costs. At work he still was overly friendly/touchy towards me for months until finally like a year later he finally seemed to get the hint that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. He stayed infatuated with my other dark-haired coworker.
I can't pinpoint when I finally noticed the mask drop from him, but I definitely can tell you that once it dropped I could see him for all that I had learned that he was... cold, dark, and unfriendly. Once he noticed that I would not play into his games, he turned off the charm on me and would get mad at me for miniscule things at work. I'm good at what I do, but this guy would try to belittle me in front of other coworkers and make it seem like I didn't know what I was doing when I would fill in for others and that my other coworker (that he loved) was the best at what we do and that I should lead by her example. I sucked it up and didn't take it personally, because I knew it wasn't... He would talk down to me and scold me for weird things and try to mansplain everything.
We had one interaction that I will never forget, outside of our clinical office. He had gone out to leave for a visit where he was training someone (still on the clock, in-home care setting) but had forgotten something in the office. I ran down to see if he had left yet to give it to him to take, as the patient needed it, and his car was still in the parking lot. I ran up and tapped on the window and this man turned his head back in disgust and his blue eyes went pitch black. It was a very short moment, but it was a switch I definitely noticed. He did the annoyed "one minute" gesture, as he had gotten on a phone call, so I waited then gave him the patient's item and quickly went back upstairs.
Not too long after that I ended up finding another job and I stopped hanging out with that work friend group because I decided that it was just giving me too much anxiety to be around this weirdo, and I didn't have to subject myself to that.
After changing jobs, he sent me an "apology" text for being rude to me and that he hoped we could still be friends. I didn't respond, but rather blocked him on everything to get my point across.
I did, however, keep Rachel, who at this point had started school for a specialty medical program. I told my close friend who knew the whole situation that I was holding out hope that Rachel was just using Ross to pay her way through school and that she would leave him once she got her degree. I never had a problem with Rachel, we just got off to a weird start and I didn't like her dude so I was not going out of my way to be her friend.. lol. So we have stayed social media friends the whole time.
Anyhow, fast forward to this last summer, Rachel graduates with her degree. I say again to my friend how much I hope she was just going to get a good job and leave him after a few good paychecks.. (I don't wish that upon most people, and definitely acknowledge that in most situations that would be awful lol my moral compass is there, I swear, but like COME ON!!! How full circle karma would that be?)
Well, they seem to stay together for a while after that until all of a sudden I noticed that she was posting in a seemingly single way... iykyk. I looked at her Instagram and noticed that she had deleted all of their photos together. After responding to a story post, I decided to ask her and she confirmed that they had in fact broken up. I told her congratulations and suggested we get a drink. This was in December.
At the beginning of spring term in my psychology class we had been discussing personality disorders and I asked my teacher some questions keeping the weird interactions I had with Ross in mind, as it is still to this day one of the craziest intuition stories I have. So I ask my teacher about the ability to infiltrate into groups with charisma but then switch to being cold, having the eyes turn black, etc.. My professor told me that the "switching" is literally that, it is the person's personality switching.. and in that moment you see the real them and it's when the "mask slips." He said it is a very common trait amongst serial killers and advised me to stay cautious and safe.
This is where I feel like my story definitely becomes more of a reach (maybe I'm just feeling insecurely crazy), but if you've stayed with me this long, maybe you'll see the dots I'm connecting. I'm a big true crime fan so there's some crime junkie theorizing here.
So, there have been a bunch of bodies that have turned up in the last four months in rural areas of surrounding counties where I live. One of the counties that the bodies were dropped is one that this guy lives in.
The first girl that they found went missing in December. She eerily resembles Ross' daughter that I saw on his ex-wife's FB page (not the one he continued to raise).
Ross and Rachel broke up around that time. Could be a trigger.
The next five bodies were found in rural areas and the commonality amongst the women is that they had dark hair and dark eyebrows, and were in their mid 20s.
That's clearly not enough to accuse someone of something as serious as murder, but it's surely enough to give me the suspicion that if the murders are connected and it's a serial killer that it could be him.
I decided to look at his FB page from an account that can't be traced back to me and over the last few months he's shared a lot of posts about mushroom hunting. You know where people go to hunt mushrooms?? RURAL. AREAS.
I feel so freaking crazy but I CANNOT shake this feeling in my gut that something is up.
Ted Bundy was the same way, a freaking charismatic guy that got caught because someone (his wife) had a weird feeling in her gut!!!
I can't really do anything though but vent to reddit, because I just can't imagine that anyone else would listen to this story and take it seriously.
Also, on the off chance that this guy's on reddit he's definitely going to know who I am. I'll be sure to tell my fiancé about this post and add it to my "if I go missing" file.

I work for a BMW dealer. High volume about 1.5 mil in parts per month. 2 things i cant figure out in CDK.
How to remove old/duplicate wholesale accounts. So many shops are in the system more than once its quite annoying.
Also, is there any way to show parts on appointment as not in stock? Say we have 1 part left in stock and its tagged for an appointment through the SOR screen. That part still shows in stock and someone can sell it without realizing. Sucks when we have to call a shop back and say we lied we dont have it.
Also, bumper cores can kiss my ass.
Ty for any help!

I just watched the 3rd installment of Magic Mike and sorry, I had to vent about this somewhere.
I’m pissed. They took this awesome premise with Channing Tatum WHO USED TO BE A STRIPPER and gave us 3 movies that are not funny, cringey, and dark. They gave us unbearably unlikeable female leads, and made an overall fun premise, into a boring one. Look, I’m sure this director and writer are great for darker stuff, but GEEZ man, what we women want is a “Pitch Perfect” like movie that is rated R and centered around male strippers, NOT a movie filled with Coen brothers dialogue and leaves you feeling weird after the end of the movie. I want a party condensed in a movie. Colors, music, jokes, fun! I want to leave these films giddy and smiling. Come on now, that is the movie we want to see when you hear a title like “Magic Mike” and know it’s got Channing Tatum and male strippers. Stop trying to be all enlightened about it. We are not bringing our boyfriends and spouses to this. We are bringing are girlfriends after a few margaritas. I wish they broughtJason Moore on this thing, I think we would have had 3 very different movies with a high rewatchablity factor. One we will play at gal pal girls nights for years to come. I certainly won’t do that now unless I want to depress the hell out of everyone and fast forward through all the cringey female dialogue they queefed in there.
That’s all. I feel better now. Thanks for listening.
Edit: you guys are right XXL does give the most of all this.

Hi neighbors,
So I played cello throughout childhood until my cello was stolen my sophomore year of high school. I finally have been able to purchase a cello of my own as an adult :) I'd love to get back into playing.
Does anyone know of any groups or community orchestras in Austin? Even an open music studio would be cool.
Thank you in advanced!

i don't really even know how to start this but this is the second time my neighbor has called animal control on me for my dogs when they've done nothing wrong, i don't know how to move forward with this.
the first time he called was for barking, which isn't possible because my dog has severe separation anxiety and is never left alone because she will bark if she is, when i say she's never left alone i mean it. we take her everywhere with us, or one of us is always with her at the house.
now he's called because he claimed our yard is dirty, i have a small backyard and everyone can see everyone else's yard. there are three yards behind us that all have large dogs. their yards are almost always filled with piles of feces. i have two small dogs and i make it a point to always pick any poop up when it first happens because they're small and there really isn't a reason i can't do it right away. it was in the 90s a couple days ago and the next day it rained. so that was two days i didn't pick up after them.
im just angry that he didn't just ask me to clean the yard up? and my two little dogs waste is nothing compared to the piles of feces that are in the three yards behind us. (might i add they also allow the feces to sit for weeks at a time)
i know he has a distaste for my grandmother and they don't get along but ive never disrespected this man in my entire life (I've known him since i was 8) he knows the dogs are mine, not hers. but he continues to make false claims to animal control.
i don't want to be petty but i can't think of anything that would be annoying to him but not completely illegal.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
POV: Mavis
They were deep into the game when Mavis glanced at the black sky between the open blinds. The screen was suddenly so bright in the dark room, and her muscles ached when she stretched around the controller.
Her legs swung off the end of the bed as she tilted the controller. At some point, they switched places. Mavis looked at Zed, his glassy eyes frozen over and his tongue stuck out halfway in intense concentration.
She stifled a laugh.
Mavis had never seen anyone that deep in the zone, ever. It was inspiring.
“I have to pee,” Zed announced.
He stood and left the room, leaving the door cracked so the hall light came in. Mavis massaged her hands, then looked down at the controller in her lap. Everything about staying over was so natural. Zed didn’t seem put off by her either.
She was about to push her luck.
The toilet flushed and a minute later he walked back into the room.
“So, I was wondering if I could stay for the night,” Mavis said.
His impassive expression didn’t change in the slightest. She took a breath to go into a diatribe about moving and that her mattress wasn’t ready yet, that the couch had springs sticking out in awkward places and it was impossible to sleep.
“Okay,” he said.
Her breath deflated.
“Well, that was easy,” she said, half-jokingly.
Zed huffed, a laugh, Mavis realized. He sat next to her on the bed and picked up the other controller.
“Let’s continue our game,” Zed said.
“Actually, I think I’m good,” she said.
He shrugged.
Zed exited the game and played Forza Horizon instead.
After some time, Mavis braved the question that she’d been waiting to ask.
“Zed, are you doing anything this weekend?”
He was completely unfazed for a moment, and she thought that he hadn’t heard her.
“I’m going to my dad’s. It’s his birthday. Do you want to go?”
That was almost too easy.
Mavis was momentarily stunned.
“Yes,” she said.
Zed broke his focus from the screen and looked at her.
“Really? It’s going to be boring as hell. I need someone to talk to,” he said.
Zed clutched the controller a bit tighter.
Mavis didn’t know how to respond.
“Yes,” she said again.
He turned his eyes back to the screen, right as he ran into a tree in the middle of a field.
Later that night he slumped over onto her shoulder, dead to the world. Of course, only in a figurative sense, as Mavis would never hurt a blond hair on this angel’s head.
Every minute with him made her feel as close to a normal human being that she could ever possibly be. He made her laugh, made her forget that she could never be discovered. They both loved to drive fast.
She looked at his expression longingly, so beautiful when it was wiped of worry. His red buttondown rode up to expose a white underbelly like a fish, his skin so soft and if she could touch…
Her nose flared as the thought made her boil with pleasure, but she put it away before she thought of things she would regret.
Mavis could see that something was wrong, earlier, but she would take care of that.
That morning she was in his house, unbeknownst to him, before he left for work. From under his bed, Mavis overheard his conversation with his dad about the party they were having. There was an attendee who she was especially interested in meeting, one whose address she attained from Collins’ contact list.
He went by the name of SpinTop. God knew why. Anyone could grab his real moniker the second they saw that his face was plastered right there. He had dark brown hair that was really a rather unconvincing toupee, and a very distinct bump on the bridge of his nose.
She had followed the address to an unassuming house halfway back to the city, one of those bland McMansions that blend with the rest of the cookie-cutter homes where people go to rot in quiet suburbia.
There had been no one home that day, but there lived a man who threatened Collins in recent texts to make the killings look like accidents, or he would be next. But why? She had to know. Especially since this man just so happened to be close to Zed’s parents.
Mavis slipped off of the bed and made herself home on the couch.
The next morning they carpooled to work. His car unlocked with a couple of quick, short clicks and he slid into the passenger’s side.
“Did I ever say that I wanted to take it for a ride or did you read my mind about that?” she laughed, then snorted at the end.
Zed gave her an amused smile.
Her heart could have broken ribs.
“I think you told me, but I’m not sure,” he answered.
“Oh well. Let’s ride,” she said.
Mavis revved the engine. They took off down the long stretch of road. She didn’t care for how different it was from the city. The dull, empty fields of green raced by with hardly a thing in between. How much longer until the flowers bored her?
Mavis did not plan this through.
She turned the radio up slightly.
“Another victim found dead on the freeway Mike-”
The radio buzzed and crackled as Mavis quickly flipped the channel.
Electric Love by Børns drowned out the static, for the most part. The signal out here was abysmal.
“What do you like to listen to?” Mavis asked.
Zed turned a little red at the question.
“This is fine,” he said.
She grinned.
“Okay.”
Mavis had time to figure out what his favorite music was. Then she could take him back to the city with her, and they could hopefully get some better reception. Erica was sitting in her car when they pulled up next to her, with a peculiar expression as she stared at her phone.
The window was rolled down and so Zed greeted her with a hello.
“Hey,” Erica replied distantly.
She put her phone in her purse fast and stepped out of the car. Erica pushed up her glasses and gave them both a strange smile.
“I see you’re carpooling now,” she observed.
Zed shrugged.
Mavis gave her a nearly predatory grin.
“Maybe we could go for a ride sometime.”
Erica coughed.
“Well, that sounds good with all that’s…going on.”
Her hand waved in an airy manner.
Zed was a still statue, a million miles away.
He snapped back to life as Mavis looked at him.
“I’ll see you later, Mavis. Thanks for the ride,” he said.
“Yeah,” she said.
Mavis curled a lip as they walked together.
Why couldn’t she work in the same room with him? Why did it have to be Erica digging through bodies? Whatever. She still got to ride with him. Mavis made a smug humph and made her way to the morgue. It was right across from the pathology lab so it wasn’t a long walk away.
The typical clatter and chaos filled the space in which she thrived. Mavis had bigger plans, but this place would get her through the mundanity for now just fine. As she walked down to her room, she spotted two officers, one that she had met. Gram? Gramins?
The other was fat and tan with soft brown eyes.
They dipped their heads as she approached.
Mavis corked a brow.
“Hello,” she said.
“You’re Ms. Buckley, correct ma’am?” Stewart said.
Mavis looked between them awkwardly.
“Am I in trouble?”
The other laughed.
“No, but we do have a few questions,” she said.
Grant, that was her name. Her voice jogged something in Mavis. She dipped into a state of eerie calm, something which was honed over the years until Zed came along. She didn’t sweat a drop around these two, however.
Mavis hummed and conjured an easy smile.
“Yes sir, yes ma’am.”
They walked back up the stairs to a patrol car.
“Now what is all this? Am I under arrest?” she asked, affecting a high, squeaky voice as though she were alarmed.
Mavis was, deep down, but the emotion did not come through the thick walls in her mind should she need to find a clear exit out. It would be a real bummer if she missed the party because they found her out.
“Ma’am, we are questioning everyone who has come into contact with Sir Buck Collins. We have grounds to suspect that he was involved in a recent homicide,” Stewart said.
The man began to take on the same stoney appearance that Zed had, totally spaced out, as if he were in a Vietnam flashback.
They, Mavis concluded, had seen something that she wasn’t aware of. Yet they didn’t suspect her. Mavis was now truly at ease with them. In fact, this was quite the advantageous position. Collins was dead and he’d be pinned for her recent activities.
This was perfection.
She held down a grin, pleased inside like the cat that ate the canary.
Mavis got into the back of the car, the other two up front. They drove the short distance in silence to the police station.

I heard a song in a store a couple days ago and I didn't get a chance to Shazam it. It's been stuck in my head and driving me crazy.
It was a popular alt rock song with a male singer. I've definitely heard it on alt radio before. If I had to guess, it's from the 2010s, but could also be 2000s. I'd say it's mid or high tempo, and I remember the chorus as high pitched. Here's a short piano recording of what I remember from the chorus: https://soundcloud.com/ournighttimeviolets/song-samp.

I was having an ok day. Not a lot of orders, but I was getting better than average tips so I was earning, but my phone was acting up. The last couple of days I’ve noticed the battery has been charging slower and slower. Today I started with 100% charge and the phone still was at 50% a couple hours later with my phone plugged in while I was driving. Finally as I’m looking for an ATT store to try to get some help, my phone dies. I found my way to a store and spent an hour there doing some updates and clearing some storage space. My phone is charged. I’m a little annoyed I had to stop to deal with a phone not working when I’m still paying it off, but I go out to continue with more deliveries. The first job that comes up I thought said 1.2 miles for something like $12, so I thought it’d be an easy order. Unfortunately I didn’t look close enough at the map and mileage before I accepted it because it was more like 12 miles. Still, not terrible, but I was finding all this out as I was going through with the order. First the pick up restaurant wasn’t easy to find. It was on the 3rd floor of a weird multi story outdoor shopping, eatery. The signage for the restaurant was non existent. I had to call the restaurant to find out how to get to it. It was a very fancy Italian restaurant. While I’m walking back to my car with the order I see a text message from the customer saying to use the main entrance when I get there and to use the tablet by the door to get buzzed in. I think that’s helpful, but I’ll deal with that when I get there. I start off to the customer and see it’ll be 15 minutes before I get there. More disappointing news, but I’ve accepted at this point that I’ve misread the mileage and I’ll just finish the delivery and move on. As I get a few minutes away, the GPS has mw pull into a parking garage of what looks to be a very busy mall. I’ve delivered to a couple high rise apartments/condos that shared a parking entrance property with an outdoor shopping center before, so I thought this would be the same, but no, I find out once I’m in the garage that the GPS is leading me into a maze and the condo building is basically at the opposite area of where I’ve pulled into. The gps is changing on me as try to find my way around the parking maze. I try calling the customer to ask for help. She doesn’t answer. I leave a message stating my gps has led me into a parking garage that isn’t taking me to her buildin and that im having trouble getting to her. Im expecting understanding and some help. But instead she texts back “I left you the instructions to get into my building.” In order to get out of the garage and around the outdoor parking lot to where her building is im stuck in stop and go traffic for way too long. I finally make it though thr traffic, get to her dumbass high rise and drop off her order outside her door per the request. I send a final text with the photo explaining that the app gave me poor directions and apologized for the inconvenience. The whole order took an hour and ten minutes. She tipped $2. I feel a deep hatred for yuppies and UberEats right now. Mainly yuppies who are assholes. Being stuck in mall traffic while you’re trying to drop off a delivery to a woman who’s probably bad mouthing and insulting you is a day killer. Die yuppie scum (I don’t mean that).

I think this is one of the best spider man movie ever. Yes. It's one of the most entertaining and fun spider man movies ever. I'm gonna go over defending certain criticisms.

1. Harry amnesia. Yes this is a plot device but it's not inherently bad. It shows how Peter lies to Harry to make it convenient and still adds to the story. It adds how close peter and Harry were and how everything changed once Harry's father died.
   
2. Peter in symbiote suit A lot of people say this is corny, and yes I don't disagree, but that's the point! Peter Parker has always been dorky in these movies the symbiote suit just expanded that. These scenes are meant to be corny to show how this suit corrupts him and also expands his jerkiness we saw from him at the beginning of the movie. And yes the dance scene is corny but again, that's the point. This is what cool means to Peter Parker and Sam raimi has confirmed this.
   
3. Venom Sam Raimi didn't confirm this but I think venom was meant to be corny. Eddie is very similar to Peter Parker in this movie. Dorky albeit more arrogant. So while I cringe at scenes like "my spider sense is tingling, if you know what I mean" and "tiger," that's the point.
   
4. Bernard scene I'll admit this scene isn't perfect and I'm mixed on this but I'll give some possible justifications.
   
5. After Norman died Harry became isolated, Bernard might've not had a chance because of how isolated Harry was.
   
6. It's not really a butlers place to have a communicative relationship with their clients. They were closer then probably most butlers and clients in real life. Yes he was killing people and maybe he should've said something sooner but sure.
   
7. Maybe he didn't want Harry to know his father was a killer. Maybe he wanted Harry to remember his father while flawed a good man in Harry's eyes (even though he wasn't.) Maybe he didn't want Harry to know his father killed countless people. Maybe he just wanted Norman to rest in peace.
   

I still think Bernard made a mistake but these characters aren't supposed to perfect.
Plus apparently this scene was taken out of the editors cut so I don't even consider it canon.
The one thing I can't justify: Sandman misfire. Yes this takes the whole point of spider man becoming spider man completely useless and it was stupid any annoys me. I thought for a long time how this could be justified. I couldn't come up with any justification.
Now, some of the criticism I might get is I'm trying to make justifications. And that might be true. I've said multiple times that I'm justifying. The reason is while there are flaws I truly love this movie and think it's get too much hate. This is one of my top 5 spider man movies of all time.
Feel free to give construction criticism.

My dad recently got diagnosed with prostate cancer in January and while it hasn't spread (at least as of a couple months ago) it is noted to be very high on the aggression scale with a PSA level of 8. Over the following months he started hormone therapy and starting this month he would begin his radiation treatments, and having seen the long term results of combined beam and brachytherapy that is what my dad requested. In However the last meeting with his oncologist a month ago would start off sour with the doctor coming in half an hour late without any kind of explanation and my dad was fairly annoyed at this, letting him know he drove 7 hours for this appointment to which the doctor replied that this could've been a telehealth meeting and this made my dad more annoyed in turn. This standoffish moment noticably annoyed the doctor according to my dad and the meeting became significantly colder and short before my dad discussed the upcoming treatment and what he wanted. While we understand doctors are exceptionally busy people, it was still frustrating to travel across the province for a single 15 minute appointment that the doctor was late for.
2 weeks ago my dad found out the doctor he had just met with had changed the requested treatment and dropped brachytherapy completely and opted solely for the beam treatment, with my dad only finding this out after he was called by the doctors receptionist to give us the start date. My dad wonders if his initial abrasiveness with the doctor perhaps affected the decision of said doctor.
What sort of makes us suspicious of this change is that my dad meets the criteria for Brachytherapy according to the doctor.
1) my dad prostate is 16cm, above the minimum size of 12
2) my dad is 64, younger than the max age of 70-75ish
3)my dad has no health complications or allergies that would adversely affect the procedure.
tldr; my dad meets the requirements of brachytherapy, specifically requested it and was initially was lead to believe he would receive it until a couple weeks ago where he was told otherwise by the oncologists secretary. Having us believe that perhaps the last meeting being a little terse between them may have had an effect on this change.
Is it normal to change procedures without letting the patient know directly? Can a doctor go against a patients wishes for specific procedures without consent? Did this doctor possibly act maliciously or are my dad and I simply over-thinking and paranoid? We feel blindsided and the stress from this cancer isn't helping us be our most rational or calm so I'd like some opinions on the matter.