Lawn mower shop near me

(This has been on my mind for ages now; I need to get it out of my system.)
Okay, you're probably wondering why. Now, to give context, I met this friend during covid last year, doing virtual school. She sent out an email to me and we connected together after we shared our socials. Because of my parents, I was unable to go and see any of my friends for around 2 years, so this was a great thing - making new friends (which is pretty hard in virtual school), and I was pretty happy with her company. We would play games after school, virtually bake various things such as cookies at her house or cake at mine, mess around carelessly and do what I had been missing and more with her company. Now, it was going so well that because of my luck, I knew that I would flunk it, and the friendship wouldn't last. And, on a moment's notice, my one friend from virtual school left to go back inperson. This made me very sad (though that is an understatement). I was a good student, but ever since her absence, I was ignoring my assignments and not wanting to go to school. I filled my room with chip bags and other wrappers. I even started watching videos during class all day instead of doing work. I didn't care anymore, but I should have, and I regret it. Yes, during this time she did reach out to me, but since I was doing so poorly in school my parents took my phone and other ways of contact, so I couldn't reach her. This probably made her think I was ghosting her. That makes me feel as if I was the reason we stopped talking to each other. So, I held all the guilt, and I still do.
(I also went to Summer School (inperson). There I met a very nerdy new friend who was pretty nice.)
Then, the next year came. My parents finally put me back to inperson school, and I was meeting all of my friends again. I was sitting at their table and talking with them whenever we had the chance. It was all I had ever wanted, though I still felt self-conscious about myself. Suddenly, I realized the interactions weren't as frequent, nor impactful as I had made them out to be. In fact, they were mere fragments of small talk. This was because I lacked the social skills required to meet up with the standards of my peers. And with big shoes to fill, I felt miserable once more. Then, one day when I was talking to my best friend from before, she brought up a familiar name, one that I had not heard in what seemed like years: the virtual friend's name! I was very hyper inside when I heard that, but then also scared. What would she think of me? Then, nearly the next day she was at our table. Paging through her book, she sat there. She probably hadn't noticed me. I played it off as I hadn't noticed her. It's been around 4 months now. I reconnected with my friend from Summer School, and we started to talk. Coincidently, he was also friends with my virtual friend. Then, one day (today), he asked me about her. He first asked about if I knew her. Then, he said that she was talking about me (in a good way). I told him about all of this (though he didn't want to hear it), and he did nothing. So, I've been thinking about this all day, and I am confused.
Should I go and talk to her again? Maybe ask for her updated socials? Maybe check in? I'm not sure.
TL;DR: I met a friend during virtual and now that friend is a friend of my friend and sits at our table. I then was notified that she probably also misses me, but I'm too scared to confront her about it. What should I do?

I follow the regretfulparents subreddit to balance following antinat and to retain some sympathy. While this helps me not become a totally cold, hardened, parent-hating antinat, what I still don’t understand is how so many people are absolutely SHOCKED at how burdensome and hellish having even one child is. It’s 2023, how is this news to you? I mean I come from a family of geriatrics (never raised around babies) and simply walking into a shopping mall or Walmart and observing children is enough for me to be like “wow, 100% fuck no” so I also don’t see how the whole “they were lied to, the were told it’s magical blah blah” could stand water either. Is simply being in the presence of a child for >1hr not enough to think it through?

I honestly have no idea what your deal is anymore. Something has changed in you or maybe me. We're not what we used to be anymore though. You were always so good to me and you made me feel complete. I've never been more broken than now, and it's because of you somehow. For four years my best friend has taunted me with the fact that she stole my baby to molest, dated every single person important to me while leaving me to linger in her unexplained death, and left me without the one thing I ever asked for. I don't get it because these aren't just stories. You magic, invisible hand truly fucked up everything I hold near and dear. I won't have the lake this summer, or ever again maybe. I don't have a brother anymore and maybe a dad. I lost my oldest friend and she's taking my kids for no reason. No one can talk about anything, so it'll never get better. It's like some kind virus infected the earth and you just happened to be patient zero. Now this evil thing has spread it's destruction over everything beautiful and there is only ugly anymore. I never got an answer about your death and honestly it's more likely you're dead than alive at this point. If this was your sister or caleb fucking with me I think you'd have stuck up for me. I think you'd have listened to me, and not just thrown me in the psych ward. It's been so long since we were friends that I don't know anymore. Maybe you're an abusive asshole now. I don't see a single reason you couldn't say goodbye. Anything but an unexplained death and a world that has conspired to keep me from getting any closure. I'm not drawing a line in the sand or anything. I'm just done myself, and you didn't even try to start with. You just threw me away Liz. That's so not cool and it makes all our memories and time worthless. I don't know how I'll ever forgive it at this point and I'm just out of hope. It makes no sense. How many friends do you have with a love true enough to share yourself with? I was so excited to hear your stories of might and magic. Like how the fuck did you build this beautiful thing? It's amazing and just like you. For every secret you reveal you keep 10 and I could have spent my entire life reading you as a friend. I'm not nearly as interesting, but you could at least rest easy knowing I'd never stab you in the back. Why waste that, you know? I worry about you so damn much. You built this beautiful thing, but you're having to destroy it because of me. It feels like it's because of all the hate and hurt you put out on this wire. I wish you would have just talked to me, instead of destroying something beautiful to conceal something ugly. Friends say sorry when they fuck up, and I'm your friend. I wanted to forgive whatever this wall is, so I'd never need to wander without you again. It ain't all bad. You showed me things I'm thankful for still. Our relationship will always be special to me and I'm certain I'll never connect to you or anyone else again like we did back then. It's a polaroid pulled too early and forever overexposed anymore. I don't think we could ever recapture that magic, but that's alright. It's worth loving for it was, and so are you. I'll always hate not knowing why it died before it's time though. I see you say shit like "I'm a 1000% gay", and it's not accurate at all. There's a reason I was crippled when you left and haven't yet found myself. You gathered so much information about me out of context. It feels like you forgot who I am and there'll always be a panic in my chest saying I lost the one that loved me best by mistake. I was a good friend and deserved a single conversation so I might understand what this wall was. I've always felt it was a mistake, and now it feels like it'll always be me and my feeling forever trying to forget that feeling. I love you true anyway, so I could have oppressed the pain if you had just confessed there was another you loved best. I'd have swallowed anything if it meant you didn't have to die. Now it's just all shit and I can't say why. Only that it's time for the true goodbye. I'll always love you and be here for you though. Take care of yourself so you stay as beautiful as I remember you being. I'll shake this off and do the safe eventually
'

Just moved to a new city with my girlfriend this year, took me a minute to find a new job but I did eventually and things were going good
Gf dropped the bomb that she doesn’t feel independent in our relationship and that she feels that she wants to be alone even tho she still really loves me. I had my whole life planned on making her happy and had a ring picked out to ask her to marry me this year
Work got slow and I’m making half the money I was when I first started there, applying for new jobs and getting no where. Very low on funds now
Our shared dog had two infections and had to spend 900 to fix everything at the vet
Check engine light came on my car and it’s running terrible out of no where. Let alone today the tire nearly exploded on me and I was forced to buy a new one, and I owe more on the rolling turd than it is worth at the moment.
My credit is okay but I owe more than ever to credit card companies.
One of my family dogs passed away yesterday
In short the love of my life is leaving me, my job sucks, my car is shitting the bed, I’m going broke, can barely afford bills and my family dog just died and I feel like my life is ending I don’t know what to do

For full context- I worked at Dave and Busters up till today, and I have injury on my left foot that I needed to get a brace and boot for before I could return to work.
I sent the doctors notes immediately as I received them, I had two sent to them- Thurs last week and Fri the previous week. I was scheduled to work the Thursday of the previous week and all days from Mon-Fri of the week after.
My doctors note excused me for all of that, and I communicated all of the information with the store and with my manager. I come in today, as I was scheduled, and I'm told I'm being fired for no call no showing for Thursday before I sent the note in Friday, and Wed, the day before I sent them the next note. And I was told I didn't communicate at all with the store. This is in many ways incorrect.
Now, I could have sent the notes quicker to them, but they don't have a fax machine, and I don't have a vehicle rn, so I couldn't pick up the note across town (30min drive), and they knew that, and knew I would have to send it when I received it via the online portal. I sent the notes as soon as I could and kept my boss updated along the process. I called the store all throughout this process, on 4 separate occasions. The first date they say I didn't call out, I did call, and didn't receive an answer so I contacted my boss directly.
All of this is on my phone proving it to my employer. Do I have a legal case here? I feel I may have been illegally fired. Should I get a consultation and present this information? 🤔 That's what I'm trying to figure out. I can supply any more information if needed!!! I was not paid out for anything either and I worked there for almost near 2 years at this point.

Hi - I'm brand new to dog sports but I think my dog (4 y/o Australian Cattle Dog) would get a lot out of it.
We went tonight on about a 40 mile trip to Ventura County to a dog sports facility and she tried Barn Hunt for the first time and did great, and I think really enjoyed herself. I'm hoping to find a facility that does dog sports closer to me (I live in LA proper, near Glendale) so I don't have to drive 80 miles each time we do it.
TLDR: Anyone in the LA area (or Burbank, Pasadena, Altadena, South LA, even Arcadia) know of a local facility? I am having zero luck on Google/Yelp.
Thanks!

Me and my girlfriend have been together for six months and love her so much, unfortunately we've sort of been drifting apart from each other. She has atleast six partners since we started dating but she doesn't communicate at all. I've been questioning our relationship for a while now from the amount of communication from her side. When we first started dating she had two other partners and me, then she broke up with one of them and it was just the two of us then. Recently she's been in a lot more partners (more than can count) and have a feeling she doesn't appreciate me anymore. We used to go into a lot of discord calls together with her other partners just for fun and to hang out but she's always saying how she is never appreciated and lonely when I'm listening in. I'm in the call when she's saying it and she knows I'm there. don't want to hold her back from meeting people but feel so uncomfortable when she says that and continuously flirts with everyone in her server. I've been drifting away on purpose because can't be near someone who probably doesnt even consider us together anymore. What should do?

Yesterday went to the Feng Kee BBQ house (in country hills) to pickup some bbq pork and char sue for my partners’ and I anniversary (normally we don’t eat Chinese but our friends suggested that Chinese bbq takeout with white rice is good).
Went to the location near our house to pick up. Ordered two boxes of pork and one box of Char sue which he showed me on the till to be $51. I tapped my credit card once he presented me with the machine. I went home, ate the meal, but then noticed on my credit card it had charged me $81. So I went back today to tell them the $30 difference and he said that for the three boxes was actually $81 and that he didn’t do anything wrong? When I was explaining to him that it would have been impossible to fit that amount of meat in three boxes of the white styrofoam for $81, he said something I couldn’t understand, then shouted me out the door! Needless to say I just wanted to warn everyone about the suspect surcharge and service they give! If I wanted $81 a night fancy Asian food we would have just got AYCE sushi which probably could have been cheaper!
Stay safe Calgarians and be careful on the streets!
TLDR: Got charged extra from $51 to $81, went back to explain the discrepancy and got shouted out of butcher shop/restaurant
Feng Kee BBQ House (403) 730-8333 https://maps.app.goo.gl/ENBK6TTU38FdE4mG9?g_st=ic

Hey all! I here to humbly ask your help to type me. I’m going to answer the questions in the questionnaire. Thanks in advance for your time.

1. I’m a 48 year old female. A little description of me is that I’m shy yet very much outgoing. I’m super quiet in huge crowds or if I’m not comfortable and yet I’m very talkative much of the rest of the time. I’m very bubbly and love to make people laugh. I’m called sweet by most of my friends and family but at times I get overwhelmed and edgy.
2. There is a medical diagnosis that could possibly affect me: I have sensory overload problems and I also have some social anxiety.
3. As for my upbringing: I grew up with a wonderful mother who was unfortunately trapped in an abusive marriage. My dad was sadly a misogynist. He was emotionally and verbally abusive to both mom and I. And he kept mom from her side of the family. Our church was more of a cult than a true church and wouldn’t help. Why? Because dad was the head of the family and women were to obey above all else.🙄 I left this cult when I was seventeen and joined a church that several friends belonged to. Much better. Ps. We know now that dad has Asperger’s syndrome.
4. I do have a job as a janitorial supervisor. I have been there almost fifteen years and I love it. I enjoy the people and different challenges and the friendly atmosphere.
5. If I had to spend a weekend by myself? I might enjoy a day of it. Then I would probably get restless. I have too much need to talk and share. Unless I was in a super stressful place in life. Then I might just enjoy it.
6. The activities I enjoy more revolve around photography, being out in nature, researching whatever catches my interest, my friendships, and championing rescue dogs. I am not the least athletic but I am getting more active and taken up aquatic exercise. 7.I consider myself a pretty curious person. As I said before, I research a lot. I’m a definite research geek. I’m especially curious about people and what makes them tick. And I am curious about anything medical. I read about different medical matters quite a bit. I’m creative and my favorite ideas revolve around making fun surprises for the people I love. I can’t honestly say I am constantly bombarded with ideas but I do get excited when they come.
7. Would I enjoy taking on a leadership position? Actually I have one. I would consider myself a laissez-faire leader. I give goals and directions and then I stand back. I encourage people to think for themselves. Trust their judgement. But I am encouraging and caring too. And I welcome lighthearted fun and try to provide a cheerful environment.
8. Am I coordinated? Nope. Not in the slightest. In fact you can call me Urkel 😂 I’m not a bit athletic and have zero mechanical skills. My skills lie elsewhere. I’m skilled in linguistics and creative skills and have definite people skills. But no coordination. 10.I am creative. I love writing stories, doing anything with photography, and have a passion for colors and interior design. I love aesthetics.
   1. My opinions on the past, present, and future are as follows: The past: respect it. Learn from it. Cherish it to a degree but don’t live there. The present: enjoy the ride! Trust your instincts but be smart and take your brain with you. The future: Let’s hope it’s a bright one. I sometimes try to predict the near future by the things I see happening now. (This is probably gonna happen because of this)
9. When people ask my help I may be nervous and think I may mess it up. Or I may be tired and thus feel annoyed. Or I might just jump in and “rescue” someone. I’m very nurturing and kind of mother everyone.
10. Logical consistency isn’t my strong point. I do have a logical side but I’m more sensitive and can be impulsive in some ways. I would say my logic has improved with age.
11. Efficiency is fairly important and I try but don’t always pull it off. Probably because I can get sidetracked. I can be very productive and hardworking. Once I get started I can do a lot. If I don’t get to talking. This is why I hate interruptions. Don’t stop the flow!
12. Am I controlling? Yes, in someways. Because I have a huge protective streak, I can swoop in and be like; “Make sure you eat!” “You need to take something for that headache!” Oh. And I am controlling of the tv remote 😂
13. My learning style is hands on, visual, and research, all at once. No perfectly defined style. I’m not so great at listening, I detest lectures unless it’s on certain topics. Numbers are my worst subject. I love creativity, people focused topics like psychology. I enjoy doing a little philosophy too.
14. What do I fear? Losing loved ones, losing my independence, being under anyone’s thumb, and loss of freedom. Conflict makes me very uncomfortable, and I hate anything dull and boring . I also loathe sad things.
15. What are my highs like? Oh I can be very vivacious and laugh a lot. I am excited about life and joking around.
16. My lows? Ugh, I detest it! I get really quiet and sometimes can’t even stand to talk. I’m snippy and sarcastic.
17. Am I realistic? Mostly so but I have an idealistic side. I have gotten more realistic the older I get. I used to daydream constantly. Now I may have my head in the clouds a bit but both feet on the ground. I’m a practical idealist. I can get lost in thought easily though.
18. Ok, the mere thought of a blank, empty room all alone is awful!!! No color, no people to talk too, nothing to do? I suppose I would daydream a while but then get bored and fall asleep. Then I would pace. And get really ticked off. And that’s not a pretty picture! So anyway, if you’ve read this far, you rock! Thanks! 💜💜💜 Verdicts please?

We just spent 11 days at Disney World’s Animal Kingdom Lodge. I have had a bedbug infestation phobia (massive) for nearly 10 years now so we have a whole room checking protocol before bringing our stuff into the room. The room checked out as clean, no signs anywhere. However, I have always had anxiety about the day we would go to Disney in their high volume/turnover hotels.
We have never bled so much in bed than we did during our time at Disney, which does not help my anxiety. I believe every blood spot has an explanation, but it all has me second guessing it all. Explanations include: menstrual overflow, one kid with scabby legs who picks them, another kid with nosebleed during the night, and husband who says he got eaten up on one ankle (?) by mosquitos while standing in the grass watching fireworks one night, which accounts for his bites and later blood in his bed. Every day I checked the beds for new blood and every time someone had an explanation for why it was there. Every day I asked everyone if any sores, bumps, scabs, etc were new or there before the trip (always before, they said).
There were never any sightings of bugs, carcasses, or poop spots anywhere, however these rooms have massive headboards so I just convinced myself that they all are the evolutionary masterpieces that they are and they just know to stay only behind them. I also convinced myself that the mattresses were brand new to try and get rid of or hide a prior infestation. I also convinced myself that not all of the blood stains had explanations. So now all of our stuff is being handled per my at-home extended bedbug prevention plan where it all goes in the garage and gets inspected and cleaned/washed/dried on very high in a stepwise manner.
I’m sorry this is so long. Has anyone gotten bedbugs from Disney? Am I overreacting {again}? What do y’all think about this scenario? We have bedbug covers on the beds downstairs but not the upstairs beds yet bc they are new and I didn’t get around to it yet. I’ll probably order them tonight though.

I went on this massive binge of Kristen Ashley's works this week and finally covered nearly her entire catalogue; after almost 30+ books with her paragraph-length descriptions, her babes/honeys/buddys/reds, and a million "clue ins," her works have become a kind of comfort read to me. They definitely do not read well in some areas (the use of racialized and colonial stereotypes, the actions of the MMCs, the tone of some of her newer works), but there's something about all of KA's girl squads, the older characters, the small-town feel, and the complete devotion her MMCs have to her FMCs that makes them an easy read to get lost in. Which books are your favourite by KA and why? And which ones are your least favourite, or the ones you feel that aren't as up to par as her other titles?

• Favourite MMC: Joker from Ride Steady! He was one of the few KA heroes who I felt had quite low self-esteem and a lot of insecurities that were handled really well in the series (another one I can think of who is also dealing with a lot of PTSD and trauma is Garrett Merrick from Hold On).
• Favourite FMCs: Probably an unpopular one, but definitely Mara from Law Man for her extreme introversion, low self-esteem, and her hard to like and gloomy personality, as well as Sadie for ice princess facade from Rock Chick Regret.
• Favourite Novels: Fairytale Come Alive for being one of my all-time favourite second-chance romances, and Lady Luck for taking a look at the dynamics between police corruption and incarceration instead of focusing on a single murder or a serial killing spree.
• Least Favourite Novels: Unfortunately, it goes to the Unfinished Heroes series; although the promise of villain MMCs was up my alley, I think the plots and emotional connections between the main characters weren't as strong compared to some of her other works.

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)

I lived in my one room mansion for almost a year now, although I was on a vacation for 5 of those months.
last month I noticed I wasnt getting my rent bills anymore. then I got 3 at the same time from the previous months. Not an issue because I can just transfer the money without the bill itself but rather peculiar. Like someone had been holding back my mail.
Today I go to retrieve my bicycle and I notice the tire is flat and the cap is removed. Not a big issue, takes like 2 minutes to fill it with air again but clearly, that is targeted harassment. my neighbours bicycle wasnt messed with and its closer to the street. This is just a small thing but I assume this will become bigger because I have no idea what I am "doing wrong" in someones eyes so they will probably do more things.
I have no idea why someone would harass me. I dont bother anyone AFAIK, I make no noise/music, I take out the trash at the correct times, I dont litter.
I have no enemies either afaik. Besides my neighbours I dont interact with anyone in the street.
I have 3 neighbours, 2 japanese women my age and a korean one. I run into one japanese lady and the korean one occasionally and theyre polite and try to make small talk, especially the korean one really wants to chat, but her accent is very thick and my japanese isnt great so I only understand about 10% of what she says. I just have an excuse to leave everytime she tries to make small talk. Recently she just says hi and doesnt try to talk anymore. The other neighbour leaves for months at a time (I can tell because her mailbox will be overflowing). I ran into her once and she didnt say anything.

2 obasans from the store next to my house.

I shopped there twice but they seemed frustrated/offended by my lackluster Japanese skills so I never went there again. They werent rude but the disapproval was clear. Occasionally they give me slightly mean stares. Like not full on mad/angry but they look slightly displeased/disapproving when they see me come home. They are the only people who seem to clearly express some sort of dislike towards me.

restaurant across the street

I dont go there but the girls who face the street always stare at me when I leave or come home. Not in a rude manner, their expression is neutral or happy. I unfortunately dont like the food they serve so I never go there. The guys who own the store dont look at me at all, but I mention this because I know some guys get jealous if you get any sort of female attention.
Personally I think its either the Korean neighbor or the obasans, but you never know with these type of things.
Should I put up a sign that says something like "if there's a problem leave a note so we can find a solution"
I REALLY dont want any problems, but if they dont even drop a note of what bothers them I have no idea on how to solve this.

tl;dr possibly someone holding back my mail and letting air out of my bicycle tires for seemingly no reason, how to fix?

(NO SPOILERS IN COMMENTS PLEASE)
Guys, this game is amazing. The sound design, the animal design, it's all spectacular. I love it all.
But, I have crippling thalassophobia. The first time I saw a ghost leviathan my heart was beating so hard, I booked it to my base and nearly died of a heart attack. I had to stop gaming for the rest of the day. The sounds are so scary, their loud and deep. They're amazing and I love them, and the game seems so well crafted, but I can't keep going on like I am.
I want to finish this game. It's beautiful and so so great. But, my fellow thalassophobes, please help me out.

Hello all,
Recently my 2012 honda civic shit the bed and the starter is done for. I have AAA so I was able to get my car towed from the parking lot back to my driveway. He checked my battery and assured me that was fine, the starter was the issue. I knew I had a problem with my starter but I put off getting it replaced and now I desperately need to. Honda quoted me $1.3k for “starter replacement and assembly” now, maybe i’m wrong because I don’t know too much about auto repair.. but that seems INSANE to me? I would love to hear others opinions or experiences if you’ve also had to replace a starter in LA. Any shop you can recommend, especially near the weho area would be so greatly appreciated. Thank you!!!

on mobile and this is my first ever post so apologies for formatting
context on our relationship/background: we’ve been dating for almost two years, i was in college when we starting dating and he’s been working full time since before we’ve met, without revealing too much he does contract work that requires him to travel frequently. i recently graduated college and am looking for a full time job, i plan on staying in the city we currently live at. our relationship has been near perfect. we’ve never argued, have great communication, see each other as regularly as we can given our schedules. we both have active social lives/ hobbies outside of each other. but we can still rely on each other for emotional support when issues in our personal lives come up. i cannot express how great our relationship is and how much i care for him.
here’s the crux of my post, my boyfriend will be moving across the country at the end of the year, we’re not sure for how long, but a year at the very least. he’ll also be traveling out of the country during this time. we had a very long talk recently about what this means for us; we both care for each other deeply and wants what’s best for each other, being he moves and i apply and take a job that would be best for me, not our relationship. we’re not sure how much free time he’ll have to see me, and given i’ll be working a 9-5 5day a week job i won’t have much time to travel to him either.
his job is also incredibly taxing, i don’t fully understand what he does, like conceptually, ik his job description lol. but he has a pretty public face, it’s a lot of socializing, and from what he’s told me it’s constant work. he needs time to himself, im afraid of smothering him and indirectly pushing him away. i’m terrified of losing him due to distance and our busy schedules
tldr: for people who have done long distance, any advice?

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)

Hello guys, I am in a bit of a predicament with my roommate right now, and wondering if anyone could give me any advice. My roommate is terrible. He is the classic ICS stereotype -- quite literally has only showered once this quarter, does not own deodorant, does not partake in any basic hygiene, etc. Initially, I tried to be his friend at the start of the year, but he would act like a total asshole to me in front of his little girlfriends and didn't want anything to do with me. Anytime we were alone, suddenly we were best friends and he would. Not. Stop. Talking. Literally, I could be completely nonresponsive and he would continue loudly ranting about the very same girls he was such a dick to me about earlier that day. I could ask him to stop because I was trying to study, but no. Literally nothing would shut him up. Beyond that, he drank. A lot. I don't have a problem with drinking, but when he gets drunk, he acts even more disgusting than usual. One time, he even insinuated that we should sleep together (I am female). Side note, he gets all of his alcohol by stealing it from the local target. He steals that and basically anything else he can fit under his unwashed trenchcoat, then comes and tells me "how easy it is, and that everyone should steal, and corporations are stealing enough from it as is!" I support people taking what they need in times of emergency from large corporations, but this guy is literally loaded. He frequently bragged to me about his "millionaire uncle" sending him money whenever he wanted, so its not like he was doing it out of need. This also would lead to him going on deranged, pathetic rants to himself about being a klepto later on in the year, but we will get there. This is all annoying enough, right? But the smell on top of it all is UNGODLY. He smells perpetually like vomit, exacerbated only by the smell of hangover. And I don't mean drinking every weekend, I mean every single day, starting at 9 AM. In the first quarter, it got to me, and I finally reported him after one of his past girl friends told me he was trying to grope her anytime I left the room. What came of that venture, with two eye witnesses and photographic evidence of wine bottles in the room? Nothing. Literally nothing. I even called the head of housing to ask what they were going to do and they gave me a bunch of bull shit about why they couldn't do anything. At this point, I gave up trying to get him on trouble, as all it did was waste my time and energy. I also fully stopped responding to him for all of the reasons listed above, and then some. Not only is he an unhygienic kleptomaniac, but he is a complete narcissist (for lack of better term). I think that word is overused a ton these days, but it fits him to a T. I would invite him to hang out with me and my friends, and he flat out said he was "more intellectually advanced" than them, so he wouldn't fit in. He would only ever talk about his problems, and would whine about nobody liking him all the time. Not once did he ever consider why that may be. He would also go on manipulative rants about how I was "his only and closest friend," and if I told on him for his drinking, I would be "ripping his heart out because in the only one he could trust." Laughable. Those kinds of rants were far too common for my liking, and they were definitely manipulative. He is also obsessed with TV, and shows everyone his favorite shows. Nice, right? It would be, if he wasn't pausing every 5 seconds to explain in great detail about why the scene was so meaningful, and you couldn't possibly understand it on your own. He literally made me watch the final episode of some show about Nathan fielder TWICE -- still pausing and telling me how "deep it is every half minute -- because he "wanted to see me understand for the first time." It was so insufferable, and any time I tried to leave he would do anything he could to make me stay (foolishly I would, because I initially really wanted him to like me). Beyond that, he also had takes that made me so uncomfortable, like saying pedophile jokes were okay and saying the r word (even after I asked him politely to reconsider saying that). He was also adamant that everyone should smoke cigarettes, smoking doesn't cause lung cancer, and anyone who doesn't smoke is a "pearl clutching prude." He is so confident that everyone will be smoking in 10 years, its actually insane. I don't care if he smokes, but he also does it in my room, which makes my clothes smell and has set off the fire alarm on multiple occasions. I have begged for him to get therapy on multiple occasions, but he refuses to. Even though our campus offers free therapy, he has flat out said he is "too lazy" to go through the process. The fact that he has these resources available to him and refuses to use them is sickening to me. In any case, I stopped talking to him in the 2nd quarter for all of these reasons (plus a few I don't have the energy to mention). This is when the egregious behavior truly began. He began going on insane rants to himself, ranging from talking about how lonely he is, to talking about how weird and unlikeable he is, to talking about how "hot and sexy" sephiroth is, to missing weed; the list goes on and on. These rants would last hours, spoken at a regular speaking volume and usually accompanied by him throwing shit around on his side. We would frequently get noise complaints. He began to genuinely make me feel unsafe, so I put up a partition in between our sides of the room. Prior to this, I had been extremely nonconfrontational towards him and largely ignored his outbursts. However, the constant and incessant chatter of his voice was extremely draining. It is not like he would stop once I was trying to sleep, either. He would rant to himself well into the night; usually I would be kept up until well past 2 in the morning every single night. It is important to note that I have a sleep condition that makes me excessively tired all the time; something he knew I was actively seeking treatment for. He knew how hard it was for me because I treated him like a friend throughout the first quarter -- yet even with this knowledge he continues (to this day) to stay up, making an unreasonable amount of noise late into the night. So, with the stress of sleep deprivation and never having a moment of silence in my room, I finally asked him to stop. Initially, I was quite nice about it (again suggesting therapy, naturally to no success). However, this did nothing to stop him. I tried talking to my RA about it, but she said she couldn't do anything about it. I had no choice to live with quiet resentment until he did the most disgusting thing I have seen someone do in my entire life: one night, before my bio midterm (clearly marked in red on my calendar, which I have made visible to both of us), he came home at around 11 50 pm while I was taking a practice exam. He proceeded to climb in bed, vomit all over himself, and pass out (occasionally making a sickening gurgling noise). The smell was noxious, though being in a practice exam and with my computer on the brink of death, I had no choice but to rush through it as quickly as possible to get out of there. Considering he was lying in his bed in a pile of his own vomit, occasionally gagging and checking, I went to my RA. I did not want him to choke to death in his sleep, so I suggested calling duty. For some reason, my RA was incredibly against it. She forced me to warn him that I would call duty, and he immediately sprung up and begged her not to call. Because he was "in a stable state of mind" -- something that was blatantly untrue, considering when I tried to wake him to tell him I was calling 911 on him he denied throwing up at all and seemingly did not know where he was -- she told me not to call and to go back to bed. I go back to my room, and he is just sitting there. Appalled, I ask why he hasn't cleaned up either himself or his mess, and he gives some excuse along the lines of "not being suspicious." I told him that everyone was sleeping and that he had better clean his side up before I got back, then went outside to wait for him to remove his stinking vomit from our shared space. After 30 minutes, I went back up to continue studying, and he was STILL JUST SITTING THERE. He didn't even have an excuse, so I yelled at him to clean it up and again went outside. He finally moved his garbage to the wash, but noticeably did not shower. By the time he was finally done washing and putting the sheets back on his bed (done muttering and swearing to himself about what a bitch I was the whole time), it was 3 am. It was well past that by the time I was able to fall asleep, and I had a final exam at 10 that morning. My study time was ruined and I had terrible sleep. I was able to get a break from him over spring vacation, thankfully. After that point, I admit that I have began asserting myself more strongly than before -- sadly, it is the only thing that seems to work. I asked him to stop drinking in the room because his horrible odor was giving me headaches, and he refused until I threatened to call duty on him. There were several times I had to ask him not to do basic things, like smoking and burning smoke creating candles in the room (which set off the fire alarm more times than I would like to say). I also had to ask him to be quiet past 1 am. I did not come to this school to be someone's mother, and the fact that I had to ask these basic requests was infuriating. Unbelievably, he did the whole "vomit in the middle of the night and not clean it for hours" thing again at the start of this quarter. I was in shock, and utterly disgusted. It was around 4 am this time, and instead of asking my RA for help I wanted to see how long it would take him to do something about it himself. I left to avoid the stench, staying out from around 6 am to 2 pm. When I came back, to my unsurprised disgust, there was still vomit on the bed and he was sitting there as though nothing was wrong. I confronted him about it, and he acted as though I were crazy and over reacting. I literally had to sit there and beg him to clean up his mess for him to slowly and dramatically move his stuff to the wash. Initially, he tried to just leave it to rot in his laundry basket, but I insisted he bring it to the laundry room. Pushed to the edge, I invited my RA into my room to ask for a roommate mediation. She was so disgusted at the state of our room that she literally refused to enter, standing in the doorway covering her mouth with her hands. I pointed out the ample stache of wine bottles sitting on his side, which finally got her to file another report -- which again led to no consequences for him. During our roommate mediation, all he did was say "okay, uh huh," etc in response to my telling him he needed to have better hygiene and to stop coming in wasted. There was no real response, so there was nothing more my RA could do. Thankfully, he did get out of the room more after this, and his rants slowed down. It was almost peaceful for a few weeks. Unfortunately, he has started getting bad again. Specifically, the ranting to himself and coming in extremely late into the night, inebriated to the point of having difficulty standing. For the past 3 nights in a row, he has come in at 3 am, 5 am, and 2 am respectively. Each time, he has been extremely loud, stomping and slamming things while talking to himself at full volume about god knows what. Each night, my sleep has been disrupted. I am tired enough as it is, but this added stress is making me more drained than ever. Just in time for finals week, when I am trying to study and prepare for my finals. This brings me to the crux of my problem: my roommate has again begun coming home late at night, extremely inebriated and making as much noise as possible, which has been keeping me up and is a distraction to my studying. Not only is he loud, but I feel uncomfortable being around him when he is so drunk -- this, combined with the noise, makes it near impossible to sleep once he has entered the room. It isnt like he just goes to sleep once he gets back; more often than not, he will watch videos on his phone, starts typing on his computer, etc, for hours after he gets back. I have had to ask him to quiet down on multiple occasions now. This has been taking a toll on my physical and mental health, as I have been getting under 5 hours of sleep because of him. I am a STEM major, and really need to focus on my finals. I have reached out to my RA for another roommate mediation, but she basically told me the only thing she can do is put me in emergency housing. Does anyone know if there is anything else I can do about this? I find it hard to believe the only thing I can try is moving myself to emergency housing, but if it is I can suck it up for the final 2 weeks. Thank you all so much for reading my rant, it felt great to get some of this off of my chest. I do not have many people to talk about this in my life (and I don't want him on my mind ALL the time), so typing some of it out was actually pretty cathartic. This is not a comprehensive list of everything awful he has done, I have shortened things to keep some semblance of brevity, hahah. If anyone has any questions, please do not hesitate to ask!

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)

My partner surprised me with an order from an online sex shop. He got me three different types of toys and I don’t know why but I am extremely intimidated by them. I have only been with him sexually, so I am just used to the basics of sex, with occasional roleplay and bondage when we’re just having fun.
But this feels like a whole different ballpark and I find myself getting extremely overwhelmed with the idea of it all. How do I work on myself to build enough confidence to use these alone? And how do I incorporate it into sex together?

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)