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2020.11.28 10:48 kokoromelody I am 30 years old, make $135,000 a year, live outside NYC and work as a Senior Data Analyst.

Section One: Assets and Debt
Section Two: Income
Section Three: Expenses
Weekly Expenses:
Food + Drink: $78.70 (including tip)
Fun / Entertainment: $0
Home + Health: $72.33
Clothes + Beauty: $0
Transport: $0
Other: $189.24
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Day One (Monday)
8:45am: My alarm goes off and I hit snooze. One of the worst parts about the whole WFH situation has been how bad I’ve become with getting up on time, knowing that I can be at “work” in less than 15 steps. I scroll through social media a bit and catch up on some posts before getting out of bed.
9:15am: I’ve brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on my skincare (toner, serums, and moisturizer) and am booting up my laptop. I changed jobs 6 months ago in the midst of the pandemic, leaving my previous role in financial services for a position in a large media/tech company, which has been a little crazy. It’s been tough doing everything remotely, and learning the new industry and programming/software has been especially difficult, but I feel like I’m getting my bearings. I start brewing some coffee.
9:30am: I hop on a Zoom for our weekly department huddle and listen as the different teams give updates on various initiatives as well as some background on company-wide kick offs and projects. Some of the projects I’m working on get brought up and it feels good to be doing what feels like actual work. After the call, I get to work on tackling work for some of the larger projects I have, which include scoping out source/logic details on a production report that we want to integrate in a new platform and QAing a table that I’m working on with data science.
12pm: I take a break to refill my coffee mug and make IG posts for my friends’ small business account and my own account (a food IG with 75K+ followers). I took on the first gig a few months ago when my friends, a couple in Brooklyn, launched their hand-crafted drinks business. I started the second, my personal account, over 3 years ago with a focus on restaurants in NYC. It stalled quite a bit over the last few months with the pandemic, but I’ve been dining out infrequently these days, and have limited myself to dining with only one friend at a time (out of a total of 3 friends since June, all of whom I know have tested negative and have been taking precautions since March).
3pm: I’ve wrapped up a touch base with a manager and a semi-stressful meeting where I had to present to some senior executives a dashboard we've been working on over the last few months. They have a few (mostly minor) tweaks that I note in a JIRA ticket before I grab my mask and take a quick break to stop by a local ice cream shop that’s invited me in to try their latest dessert special. There’s thankfully no one else there aside from one of the co-owners who recognizes me and gets my treats ready. I photograph them, thank her, and leave a $3 tip. $3
3:30pm: Back home, I get back to some Slack messages and try to prepare for another stressful call at 4:30pm that I have to lead. I finish eating the ice cream and call it lunch - but hey, that’s #adulting for you.
6pm: Wrap up some notes from the call and text my dad the address that I’m heading out to. I saw a 1BR condo listing pop up on Zillow over the weekend that looked promising, so I’m getting an in-person tour of it this evening. I get my mask on again and make the 5 minute walk to the building where the realtor is outside to meet me. We go inside to look at the condo for sale - the space definitely looks smaller in person than in the photos, and I note that a number of things need to be replaced or upgraded. I thank the realtor after the tour and give a call to my dad to let him know I’m okay and to give him my initial impressions of the space.
7pm: Back home! I wash my hands and change my clothes and get started on dinner; I’ve been craving soup these days so make a quick hot and sour soup on the stove with mushrooms, bamboo shoots, tofu, and some corn I have in the fridge. While I eat, I edit the photos from my DSLR from this afternoon, and check my IG account email to reply to about 7 emails that came in today about campaigns and invitations to restaurants; one of these includes signing a contract with a new app that’s offering a generous sign on payment and potential future income. I catch up on IG posts and comments and text a few friends.
11pm: I spend the rest of the evening catching up on some news, watching the latest episode of the Korean drama Start Up, and finally take a shower. While my hair is still drying in a hair tower, I do a quick Chloe Ting workout; I started doing some of her workouts a few months ago and while I’m not doing them super seriously, I’ve definitely noticed a difference in my abs and feel stronger overall. My Google Home plays some news snippets for me afterwards, and I roll my eyes at the continued attempts of our current president to try and derail the election results. On the plus side - the initial vaccine results from 2 firms have been super promising!
1am: I remember to take my daily multivitamins and then read a bit on my Kindle (I just finished Sex and Vanity, and start on Me Before You - another thing I picked up during quarantine, and I’ve already read over 30 books since March!). I then proceed to spend too much time on Instagram and reddit before turning out the lights.
Day One Total: $3
Day Two (Tuesday)
8:45am: Alarm goes off on the dot and I, the perpetual sleep procrastinator, snooze one too many times. I barely manage to make it out of bed in time to brush my teeth, wash my face, and chug some water before a 9:15am call. It’s a quick check in on projects within my business area so I summarize the work that’s been done and am grateful I don’t have to have my webcam on for this.
12pm: Unfortunately I need my webcam on for the next two meetings, so try to make myself look semi-presentable by combing through my hair and putting on a sweater, instead of my default hoodie. I get a little more clarification on some metrics and data sources in this upcoming platform integration and discussing my upcoming sprint priorities with my manager. At noon, I make a new post on my food IG and go through my feed. I pour my second mug of coffee and drink more water in preparation for the next batch of afternoon meetings.
3pm: Talk through more Zoom calls to the point that my throat is starting to hurt. I’m especially frustrated after the team huddle that just ended where one of the managers tells me my approach to building out the proposed data architecture is too limited in scope, and I should be more imaginative and proactive. The entire work from home situation has made it difficult to understand how to work with and collaborate with different people, so I try not to get too frustrated. I spend the rest of the afternoon making some minor adjustments to existing production reports and updating JIRA tickets.
5pm: I email over my dad a few of the more promising Zillow listings that landed in my inbox this morning. He jokingly complains that there’s too much to read and the words are too small before I realize that he’s been doing a lot of work on his laptop lately as he’s been WFH more. I take a look at a few computer monitors and opt for a larger (24”) version of what I currently have as it’s been working well for me for the last 6 months. I make sure it includes a HDMI cable and have it shipped my dad. $179.24
5:50pm: I grab my mask, bag, and camera and text my friend to let her know I’m en route to dinner; she’s one of the few friends I’ve seen in person since March and is also a food blogger with a separate full time job. She’s been quarantining in Long Island since the start of everything, and texts me that she’s driving in from her home, I head out to the PATH station, swipe in using my prepaid Smartlink card, and hop onto the next train.
6:35pm: I’m a few minutes late but make sure my friend knows I’m walking over, and meet her outside the restaurant. We get checked in, fill out our contact information on our phones, and get our temperatures taken; thankfully there’s only 2 other groups seated and the windows are open. Tonight’s dinner was an invitation that I already confirmed with the PR team, so the staff are expecting us and understand we’ll both be taking photos. We order a few apps and two mains, and spend the rest of the evening doing some quick photos and catching up on our lives, her plans to move into Manhattan or JC, and complaining about the ongoing election drama.
8:30pm: Dinner is done, and I realize I forgot to stop at an ATM and only have a dollar bill on me so ask if I can Venmo my friend my part of the gratuity. Thankfully she has $20 on her so I quickly Venmo her $10, making sure to use the adorable fries sticker to represent the copious amount that we ate tonight. $10
8:45pm: My friend and I walk out with our masks on, and I bid her goodbye and a happy Thanksgiving before stopping at the ATM to take out some cash, making sure to sanitize my hands after, and then head to my train. As I wait, I make some quick edits to the photos I took on my iPhone and add them with a few captions and tags to my IG stories; I manage to get through them all by the time the next train pulls up and leaves.
9:20pm: It’s always so nice to get back home! I wash my hands, change my clothes, and get started with transferring over the photos from my DSLR to my computer. I spend the next 20 or so minutes editing and saving the final versions in Adobe Lightroom and make sure to chug a glass of water to help balance out all the sodium I had. I check my messages and see that a restaurant in NJ confirmed a lunch delivery for tomorrow and see another contract in my inbox; I read the deliverables and ask the account manager if she can take out the clause requiring a Tiktok post because I don’t have an account.
11:30pm: I shower and put on my evening skincare, take my multivitamins, and do a quick ab workout with Chloe Ting (it still hurts lol). I take a look at my work calendar tomorrow and see that my first meeting starts at 9am, so I update my alarm to 15 minutes earlier. I take my vitamins and spend the rest of the evening catching up on some news, reddit, and IG.
1:30am: I blame Youtube vlogs for this one. Finally turn out the lights.
Day Two Total: $189.24
Day Three (Wednesday)
8:30am: Alarm goes off and I manage to get myself out of bed in a semi-reasonable fashion. Do my typical routine (brushing teeth, washing face, getting water and coffee ready) and log into my work laptop so I’m on the Zoom right at 9am. This is a belated overview session for one of the larger projects that I started working on quite late in the process, so it’s a useful business and data update that gives me a better understanding of the end goals.
12pm: Sit through one other department meeting where I don’t fully pay attention because I look into some minor report and code checks (oops). Once those wrap up, I’m able to take a break to do a post and stories for my friends’ business account and then make a post on my food account. I notice an email come in from a PR company about a new location opening for one of my favorite restaurants, so I check with one of my friends if he’s able to make the Tuesday after Thanksgiving and reply back to the email requesting it.
1:30pm: While I listen in on a company-wide speaker event on the topic of gender sensitivity and awareness, I also click through a recently assigned digital training course on sexual harassment and discrimination. I understand that the latter is a legally mandated item, but find it a bit sad (especially in the current day and age) that these are things that have to be spelled out for people. After I finish, I get a call for my lunch delivery; I grab my mask, keys, and wallet and meet the deliveryperson downstairs. I give him a $6 tip and take some photos of the items, which include chicken wings and a chicken sandwich. After I’m done with photos, I scarf down the food so I can make my next call which requires me to talk and have my webcam on. $6
4:30pm: I have a 1 on 1 with my manager and then a call with a business partner to scope out requirements for a new report. So glad to be done with calls! I get started putting together a project plan/roadmap for one of my projects and Slack one of the recently hired data engineers, who I found out grew up near me in suburban Philadelphia!
6pm: Get the shipping notification email that my dad’s monitor has shipped! I call it a day and close my work laptop and get started on my weekly apartment clean. I call my dad while I do so and let him know that his monitor should arrive on Friday; he thanks me and we catch up on work, COVID, and my potential future real estate investment. While I talk, I notice an alert from Mint that a large charge from Amazon hit my credit card; I’m a little worried until I log into my account and see that the annual prime membership has been renewed. Also tell my dad this as he heard me flip out thinking that someone had been making fraudulent charges on my card, as he and my mom are part of my “Prime household”. ($127, noted in my monthly expenses)
7pm: I’m done vacuuming and taking out the trash and am officially hungry. I make a quick tomato and egg soup with orzo and eat an apple while I wait for the orzo to cook. I wrap up some IG emails while I eat, including signing the updated contract with the Tiktok clause removed and politely declining some invitations to places that I’m not able to physically go to.
10pm: Wash the dishes, take a shower, brush my teeth and put on a clay face mask; while it dries, I do a quick 15 min workout on the mat and then wash off the clay mask before doing my skincare. I make sure to drink some more water and take my vitamins, and spend the rest of the evening in bed on my phone and working my way through Me Before You - it’s a slow start, but I’m starting to warm up to the protagonist.
1am: Lights out!
Day Three Total: $6
Day Four (Thursday)
8:30am: Forgot to change my weekday alarm back; oh well, I’ll survive. Crawl out of bed, and get ready for the day (you know the drill), and make sure I have plenty of coffee on hand. My period also just started, which is never a good sign.
12pm: The morning has just felt like an onslaught of meetings; followed by some impromptu Zoom calls. I’m starting to feel frazzled as various timelines and deliverables seem to have been shifted up and try to work with one of the other data engineers to specify possible business user requirements. This unintentionally gets shared with one of the project managers who sends an email en masse to the business users asking for sign off on this initial list. I don’t think it’s a big deal, but...
12:30pm: Make the post and stories on the small business account and my own account, finish the remainder of today’s coffee while I go through emails and minor JIRA tasks. I hop onto a share screen with one of my coworkers to transition over a project I’d been working on; I had built out a new dashboard and now that it’s “QA” state has been approved, he will now take over the more formal production process and maintenance.
3:30pm: During our second team stand up, I give my manager project updates and he immediately tells me I shouldn’t have let my list be shared with business users and other involved teams. I don’t fully get why; but after our team call he asks me to hop onto an impromptu Zoom with him where he tries to explain some of the complexities of company and team politics and how I should be very careful to give my stamp of approval, however formal or informal, unless I fully stand behind it. The conversation is a bit long, but I get a better sense of what's going on between teams and managers, and try not to cry as my manager tries to tell me it's not anything I did, but I need to be careful of my actions.
6pm: I manage to collect myself in time to meet a friend for the first time in months at an outdoor dine a few blocks away. He (and his girlfriend) was just recently re-tested as negative, which is always reassuring. While I get my belongings and my mask, my coworker Slacks me asking if I’m okay, apologizing for not messing earlier as she was on an afternoon call. She reassures me the same thing has happened to everyone else on the team, that a lot of these nuances I’m not aware of because I’ve never been in the office, and suggests putting on a one hour venting session with the other engineers in the team next week. I happily do so, and tell her I’ll catch up with her next week as I have off tomorrow.
6:30pm: My friend and I are seated near one of the heat lamps, and it’s so good to catch up with him after so long! He gives me some life updates, including the fact that he and his girlfriend are moving into a house they are waiting to close on, and the fact that he just put down a deposit for an engagement ring!! I’m so excited and barrage him with questions on timing, his plans, etc. and almost forget that we need to order food.
8pm: We have a delicious meal that includes burgers and a lobster roll (all of which I photograph) and he gets a few cocktails (I don’t drink). I leave a $10 tip, and my friend puts down $15 for his share, factoring in the alcohol. We mask up before heading out, and I tell him I want updates on everything for the next month as he goes through all those major life events! $10
8:30pm: After my short trip home, I wash my hands, change, and get started on editing photos from tonight. I definitely feel much better after the work “event” and take a longer shower tonight to decompress.
11pm: Decide to skip the workout tonight because I feel like it, and sit in bed doing some more administrative/scheduling tasks on my iPad in bed. I see a few updates from some of the team in India (yay international time zones - not) and debate if I should handle these tonight. Since I’m out tomorrow, I know it’ll be better if I do, so hop back onto the work laptop to wrap up some last minute code edits and JIRA updates. Once I’m done, I make sure my OOO notice and status in Slack are updated and eat a yogurt cup with some grapes because, yes, I’m hungry-ish again.
1am: Hair is dry, vitamins are taken, and it’s time for bed... or not? I’m already past the halfway point of Me Before You and cannot stop reading - it’s at the point where I’m now seriously invested in the relationship between the female and male protagonist and have to know how it ends (even though I already have my guesses). I speed through the rest of the book and shed a couple tears when I finish, which is past 3am. Thankfully I’m not working the next day! I make sure to set my alarm for later and finally go to bed.
Day Four Total: $10
Day Five (Friday)
11am: My alarm goes off and I actually feel semi-decent upon waking up - I don’t think I will ever not be a night owl! I get dressed and get ready to head out to try and get a COVID test; I last took one in June so want to have a more up-to-date status, especially as I’m potentially going home the next week for Thanksgiving. I haven’t seen my parents for over a year at this point and my dad has offered to drive down from Boston to pick me and my sister (in college, who is tested every week) up, but I’m still not feeling great about it given the fact that my parents are in their 60s. At the very least, I want to get a test to have more information before making any final decisions. I drink some water so I’m at least hydrated.
11:30am: I grab my Kindle, mask, and sanitizer and head out to the nearby mobile testing center that was set up. The line is about 15 people long - not terrible, especially as everyone is spacing out 6+ feet between each other - so I head to the end and spend the 2 hours or so in between my phone (making my daily IG post) and my Kindle (next up: Olive, Again) While I wait, I get an email about one of the campaigns I’ve been ironing out, and confirm I’m planning on visiting this weekend to get photos so I can send the content draft over for approval afterwards.
1:30pm: The process is pretty seamless; I fill out my information through my phone, upload a photo of my insurance card, and get my temperature and blood pressure taken before the nasal swab. It’s not that bad, I guess, but having anything put uncomfortably deep into your nasal passages is not fun. The doctor tells me I should get my results by the following Tuesday through the online patient portal; I thank him and head back out with my mask on.
2pm: Home and officially hungry, so after washing my hands and changing, I bowl a pot of water and put in a block of Shin Ramyun. I make it a little less like what I ate back in college by adding in some frozen corn, spinach, and an egg. I also eat an apple and catch up on some emails and go through IG before taking a fat nap.
6pm: I’m woken up by a text from my dad; it’s a picture of his new computer set up at home, and I’m glad to see everything’s working and should hopefully help his eyes. I take a second look at the photo and see that he’s using a tiny USB wire mouse - which he probably got as a work freebie. I sigh and find a wireless mouse on Amazon to have delivered to him the next day; I send him a text to watch out for that delivery as well tomorrow. $10
7pm: Time to head to the grocery store! I have a few options within walking distance of me, but like going to the Asian grocery store just given how unique and sometimes hard-to-find their selection is. I’m doing a virtual dinner swap with a friend tomorrow so I need to get ingredients for that, as well as my weekly grocery shop. I make sure I have my mask and reusable bag, and stock up on tofu, zucchini, mushrooms, bok choy, more apples (Fuji, but Honeycrisp is also a fav, ground pork, and some snacks, noodles, and yogurt. I struggle a bit to carry it home. #smallpeopleproblems $33.31
8pm: Once home, I unpack everything and get started on a (very butchered) version of soondubu with Napa cabbage, zucchini, and mushrooms with a spicy soup base (dwenjaeng paste, gochujang, soy sauce, gochugaru). I cook some rice on the side. While I eat, I load up Netflix and decide to start on The Queen’s Gambit.
11pm: Shower, skincare, and vitamins - and I end the evening with another quick mat workout. After I blow dry by hair, I climb into bed and spend far too much time on the phone as my brain wanders and gets in knots about Thanksgiving next week; my parents and I agreed not to make any decisions until I got my results back, but even if it’s negative, I know there’s still a risk if I were to let my dad pick me up and take me home. I know he and my mom really want to see me though, which makes me feel even more conflicted. I tell myself to stop thinking about it until next week and double check my schedule for tomorrow before opening up my Kindle to read.
2am: Finally decide to sleep after getting distracted by Youtube, again. Oops.
Day Five Total: $43.31
Day Six (Saturday)
10:40am: My weekly Saturday alarm goes off; my friends behind the small business and I have our recurring call every Saturday morning and while I would like to sleep in, I force myself to get up, brush my teeth, and do a quick face wash.
11am: I drink some water as we catch up on today’s agendas and tasks; we’re finalizing a seasonal holiday drink to be rolled out after Thanksgiving, so we go over the ingredients and timing, and figure out when I’ll be able to visit them in Brooklyn next month to get the photos for future posts and website updates. They also tell me they’d like to grab some photos of their new house (that they’ll be closing on soon) while I’m there, and I’m happy to do so. My friend tries to tell me that they’ll pay me extra for this, but I laugh and tell her she can just feed me.
12pm: Grab my mask, keys, and camera - Time to head out today! I have two stops near me to get photos for upcoming posts; one is for a bakery chain releasing a seasonal cake flavor and the other is for a newly opened location of a pizza franchise. My pick up order for the bakery was made in advance, so I stop inside, give them my name for the order, and after a little confusion that leads to them calling a manager, I have my cake ready to go. I take it outside to photograph; this campaign is offering a small payment but thankfully doesn’t need to review the content before I post.
12:30pm: I load up the app for the pizza place on my phone and use the pre-loaded credits to place my order in advance so it’ll be ready for pick up once I arrive. It’s a 15 minute walk or so over, but the pies are ready for me when I get there. The staff is nice enough to put them in a bag for me (they’re personal pies, so thankfully small enough) and I walk over to the waterfront to take some photos out there. I add some photos to my stories and walk home with my goodies; I’ll need to write up and submit the content for approval before posting, but this campaign is also offering a small payment.
1:30pm: Finally home! I wash up, transfer my photos to my laptop, and get started editing. In between, I make a post to my food account and the small business account, catch up on comments and friends’ posts, and try not to make a mess while eating some pizza and a slice of cake.
3:00pm: After putting the leftovers in the fridge, I’m ready for a nap. I set an alarm for 5pm just in case I oversleep since I need to make dinner late for my dinner swap!
5:00pm: Alarm goes off, and I struggle to get out of bed. I know I want as much time as possible to cook though, especially as bad things happen when I rush. I prep the food in advance by washing the bok choy, slicing the mushrooms, and mincing garlic and ginger. I do a bok choy and mushroom stir fry, and make mapo tofu and rice. I barely finish in time to package half of the meal into to-go containers for my friend, and text him; he tells me not to rush and that it’s cold enough so that the dessert won’t melt (lol).
6:40pm: I meet my friend outside halfway between our apartments outside of City Hall; of course we’re both masked. We do our meal swap; I give him the savory items I made while he hands over 2 small containers - and we both head to our separate homes. When I get back, I find out one has tiramisu and the other has a matcha oreo ice cream! I log onto Zoom for our virtual dinner hangout. Even though my friend is so close, he sees his parents regularly as well, so has been doing his best to be extra cautious. We’ve come up with this set up where we’ll each swap items for dinner (usually I’ll cook the savory and he’ll order dessert) and exchange them before enjoying dinner over Zoom later.
8:30pm: Call is over, so now it’s time to clean the kitchen - and it’s definitely a mess, especially as I was a bit frazzled. I wash the many utensils and pans I went through and do my best to dry them; washing up is definitely the least fun part of cooking.
11pm: Spend the rest of the night killing time between my phone, Netflix, and emails. I ask one of my friends (whom I saw earlier in the week) about some potential dates and places over the next few weeks, and send over calendar blocks while I wait to get reservations confirmed.
1am: By this point, I’ve showered, taken my vitamins, and am ready for bed. Read a little, watch some more videos, and eventually fall asleep sometime later.
Day Six Total: $0
Day Seven (Sunday)
12:30pm: It’s the one day this week that I don’t have an alarm, so I let myself sleep in for as long as I want to - which means that yes, I will sleep through the morning and into the afternoon. I dawdle in bed, posting on my food account and catching up on my feed, and just scrolling through various news articles and reddit threads.
1:30pm: After finally washing up and drinking some coffee, I grab my mask and bag to round out a few more groceries for the week; even though the Asian grocery store is great, they don’t have some staples so I’m heading to one of the more traditional stores near me today. I pick up some pasta, tomato sauce, oatmeal, peanut butter, and some more produce. $16.39
2:30pm: Once I’m back home and put everything away, I make a late lunch of oatmeal and apples with some Annie’s Mac & Cheese. While I eat, I start putting together the post and story captions, tags, and links for the pizza campaign, and submit them to the account managers for approval.
5:00pm: After some more dawdling on my phone and getting through more of The Queen’s Gambit (so good!), I hop onto a weekly Zoom with two of my good friends. We’ve known each other for over 8 years and while I do see one of them semi-regularly, the other has some health complications. We’ve kept this weekly Zoom call since mid-March and it helped me get through the rougher months.
7pm: After the call is over, I check my Amazon cart and take a look at anything that’s accumulated over the prior week. For non-essentials, I’ll add them to my cart and take a few days to think through if it’s something I really want/need and I’m usually able to pare down that list when I get back to it later. I decide to keep a saucepan and bath towels and order them for next week. $72.33
8pm: For dinner, I default to my tomato & egg soup with rice, and add in some zucchini for some more vegetables. I eat an apple and finish off the ice cream from yesterday as well.
11pm: Shower, do my skincare, and plop myself into bed. I continue binge-watching The Queen’s Gambit until the end - such a satisfying ending!
1am: Make sure my alarm is set for work before turning out the light.
Day Seven Total: $88.72
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2020.11.28 08:41 RedditSuggestName 38 [F4M] #SoCal4SoCal - LTR. I'm looking for my guy. He'll love cats and dogs, want marriage and kids.

TL;DR: BBW, loves Disneyland, TV and her pets (2 cats and 1 dog); looking for a fellow DDF guy, who wants to get married and have kids in a couple years, too.
My dream is to find the whole 9 yards: friendship, fall in love, get married, raise kids together, with our pets; then we retire someplace warm or with a beach view. Does that sound good to anyone else?
I'm looking for a serious, long term, monogamous relationship.
I hope to meet someone with some similar interests, so we have something in common, but not someone exactly the same as me, because I don't think that'd be interesting or make for a good partnership.
We’d be partners that help each other out, making life more enjoyable along the way.
If my long post is any indication, I’m a chatty texter; I respond as soon as I can. I will send things that remind me of you. Tell you how my day went, will want to hear about yours. I miss waking up to a good morning and ending the day with a good night text.
Apparently I have to say this explicitly. Only message if you are single and are also looking for commitment.
Locals only, because I do want to meet; COVID safe of course.
Be prepared to video chat. I have no desire to be catfished.
If you're allergic to cats and/or dogs, please don't message me. I know from experience, it's not going to go anywhere.
THE LONG POST:
I'll always have indoor pets in my life.
Let's see, I've watched: Ozark, Narcos, Narcos Mexico, Dead to Me, Legacies, Living with Yourself, Preacher, Fleabag, Silicon Valley, Twin Peaks (old, movie and new), Ray Donovan, On Becoming a God in Central FL, Penny Dreadful, The Umbrella Academy, Perry Mason, The Boys, Atlanta, What We Do in the Shadows (still need to watch the movie; it's not on any of my streaming services right now), The Orville, Atypical, rewatching Supernatural.
Honestly, if there isn't at least a plan to meet within a month of talking, I'm out. I'm not looking for a penpal.
(I’m not a cook, so eat out at like Chipotle and poke bowl places.
I like going to fancy restaurants a couple times a year.
I’ll only go to concerts if I’ve got a good seat. This usually means buying the ticket the moment they go on sale. I’m not paying scalper prices.
For travel, I like to do it as economical as possible. Though when I went to Europe, I had the fold down seat on the airplane; no way was I flying 17 hours in economy. But it wasn’t the fanciest seat either; it was the middle version.
I like staying at fancy hotels on occasion, but booked well in advance to get a good deal, which is about $300/night.
I have a Disneyland annual pass, I do get a cheap hotel there on occasion, when I can be there for 2 days in a row; doggy goes with me. Hopefully you’ll have or want a pass too; if you don’t like going, fine, but help buy them for our kids).
We’re adults here; adults pay their own way.
I am NOT looking to be a sugar baby and won’t be someone else’s sugar momma.
Only a guy willing to to get an STD test and wear condoms gets to touch me.
I'm not into any pain, only pleasure, for both parties.
No, I’m not looking for anything casual or a FWB. No we would not see if we’re sexually compatible out on the first few dates.
Sex is an important part of a lasting relationship, but it’s not the only thing. We have to click elsewhere before we get to sex.
Honestly, if we can't have sex at your place, then this isn't going to work out. I'm extremely tired of talking to guys who have all these seemingly reasonable parent/sibling reasons why I can't go to their place. I've had enough. It now sounds to me like these guys are really married and trying to find an unwitting mistress. I’m sorry if that isn’t you. I tried keeping an open mind, but I can’t do that anymore.
I love the idea of each of us having a private space to go to if we just need some alone time. I think that’ll be important when we have kids, and are 10+ years into this.
Honestly, the thought of sharing a bathroom again terrifies me. I think that if it was the social norm for everyone to have their own bathroom, the divorce rate would go way down.
I am looking forward to cuddling before we fall asleep and when we wake up, and having sexevery day, ha
I do need to be with someone who is okay with my animals sleeping in the room. My dog sleeps on his own side of my king sized bed. One cat usually sleeps on her own, but about 5 am, insists on sleeping on my feet. The other cat is a loaner. He sleep downstairs usually; on occasion he’ll sleep next to the dog.
Hopefully we can find some kind of compromise; maybe move to a duplex or we'd have a very big home, with a master bedroom, with attached his and her bathrooms.
Thank you for reading. I know this was long, but I know what I want. Has anyone seen the great early 2010s show Happy Endings? There’s a quote that I think describes what I’m looking for. Someone to realize: “I found a woman who was so sure of what she wanted, and she wanted me.” Brad to wife Jane, S2E18 ‘Party of Six.’
In the subject line, please put your eye color. This helps me weed through the guys who only claim to read my post. And if you really want me to respond, then mention things that we have in common. I’ve included more than enough things to kick off a conversation.
Those who need NOT apply:
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2020.11.28 05:27 pop-punk-dumbass I sorta feel too depressed to write this

This feels exhausting to write and normally I start a post with a million thoughts and no way to format them so I just click post. My punctuation still sucks but I don't know what I want to say in this one right off the bat.
Last Monday I had a follow up psych appointment with GeMS at boston children's. they claim to be the best in the country but they've been fucking me over for a year and the only mildly helpful thing they've done is put me in group therapy. anyhow. monday i got officially diagnosed with gender dysphoria and rediagnosed with anxiety. this took a year for them to confirm what i already knew. so glad i suffered all that time. anyhow it gets worse. so the dr said "the good news for you is that testosterone has been moved from the"if" category to the "when" category" which is good bc if she said anything else i would have completely lost it. but apparently that "when" is likely in 3-6 months still. i have bad anxiety (as diagnosed above) and cannot for the life of me talk about dysphoria with my parents. the combination of "how will they react" (even though they know i am going to start t, support it, and are very supporting in general) and the dysphoria that comes up surrounding talking about "well i don't like this about myself because..." and having to think about those things out loud makes me feel even worse. i don't want to think about those things and I certainly don't want anyone else thinking about them but if i talk about them my parents will be thinking it's just bad. so anyhow i can't get approved for t until I make "significant communication progress" with my parents. i can't write emails or letters because i did that to come out and my parents are sick of me avoiding confrontation. I feel like i deserve to have to keep suffering because I'm a coward. I have cried 12 times since noon on monday. It feels like I'm grieving where it constantly hurts a little but then you think specifically about it (like, "i could be starting t in less than 6 weeks but it's not and ill never make that time up") and i start crying. i have cried in class and at work and in bed every night. i can't keep it together. apparently talking about how the dysphoria/anxiety combo is what makes it hard "proves I'm brave enough to do it because I'm already talking about something difficult" and the psych at bch told me to set up a session with my normal therapist to sit down with my family. That's the worst possible idea. A date on the calendar to panic about and then we all sit down and everyone states at me. I can't do that. But I need to start t. Im crying too much to type this well. Thank God for auto correct. Sorry
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2020.11.28 01:43 RedditSuggestName 38 [F4M] #SoCal4SoCal - LTR. I'm looking for my guy. He'll love cats and dogs, want marriage and kids.

TL;DR: BBW, loves Disneyland, TV and her pets (2 cats and 1 dog); looking for a fellow DDF guy, who wants to get married and have kids in a couple years, too.
My dream is to find the whole 9 yards: friendship, fall in love, get married, raise kids together, with our pets; then we retire someplace warm or with a beach view. Does that sound good to anyone else?
I'm looking for a serious, long term, monogamous relationship.
I hope to meet someone with some similar interests, so we have something in common, but not someone exactly the same as me, because I don't think that'd be interesting or make for a good partnership.
We’d be partners that help each other out, making life more enjoyable along the way.
If my long post is any indication, I’m a chatty texter; I respond as soon as I can. I will send things that remind me of you. Tell you how my day went, will want to hear about yours. I miss waking up to a good morning and ending the day with a good night text.
Apparently I have to say this explicitly. Only message if you are single and are also looking for commitment.
Locals only, because I do want to meet; COVID safe of course.
Be prepared to video chat. I have no desire to be catfished.
If you're allergic to cats and/or dogs, please don't message me. I know from experience, it's not going to go anywhere.
THE LONG POST:
I'll always have indoor pets in my life.
Let's see, I've watched: Ozark, Narcos, Narcos Mexico, Dead to Me, Legacies, Living with Yourself, Preacher, Fleabag, Silicon Valley, Twin Peaks (old, movie and new), Ray Donovan, On Becoming a God in Central FL, Penny Dreadful, The Umbrella Academy, Perry Mason, The Boys, Atlanta, What We Do in the Shadows (still need to watch the movie; it's not on any of my streaming services right now), The Orville, Atypical, rewatching Supernatural.
Honestly, if there isn't at least a plan to meet within a month of talking, I'm out. I'm not looking for a penpal.
(I’m not a cook, so eat out at like Chipotle and poke bowl places.
I like going to fancy restaurants a couple times a year.
I’ll only go to concerts if I’ve got a good seat. This usually means buying the ticket the moment they go on sale. I’m not paying scalper prices.
For travel, I like to do it as economical as possible. Though when I went to Europe, I had the fold down seat on the airplane; no way was I flying 17 hours in economy. But it wasn’t the fanciest seat either; it was the middle version.
I like staying at fancy hotels on occasion, but booked well in advance to get a good deal, which is about $300/night.
I have a Disneyland annual pass, I do get a cheap hotel there on occasion, when I can be there for 2 days in a row; doggy goes with me. Hopefully you’ll have or want a pass too; if you don’t like going, fine, but help buy them for our kids).
We’re adults here; adults pay their own way.
I am NOT looking to be a sugar baby and won’t be someone else’s sugar momma.
Only a guy willing to to get an STD test and wear condoms gets to touch me.
I'm not into any pain, only pleasure, for both parties.
No, I’m not looking for anything casual or a FWB. No we would not see if we’re sexually compatible out on the first few dates.
Sex is an important part of a lasting relationship, but it’s not the only thing. We have to click elsewhere before we get to sex.
Honestly, if we can't have sex at your place, then this isn't going to work out. I'm extremely tired of talking to guys who have all these seemingly reasonable parent/sibling reasons why I can't go to their place. I've had enough. It now sounds to me like these guys are really married and trying to find an unwitting mistress. I’m sorry if that isn’t you. I tried keeping an open mind, but I can’t do that anymore.
I love the idea of each of us having a private space to go to if we just need some alone time. I think that’ll be important when we have kids, and are 10+ years into this.
Honestly, the thought of sharing a bathroom again terrifies me. I think that if it was the social norm for everyone to have their own bathroom, the divorce rate would go way down.
I am looking forward to cuddling before we fall asleep and when we wake up, and having sexevery day, ha
I do need to be with someone who is okay with my animals sleeping in the room. My dog sleeps on his own side of my king sized bed. One cat usually sleeps on her own, but about 5 am, insists on sleeping on my feet. The other cat is a loaner. He sleep downstairs usually; on occasion he’ll sleep next to the dog.
Hopefully we can find some kind of compromise; maybe move to a duplex or we'd have a very big home, with a master bedroom, with attached his and her bathrooms.
Thank you for reading. I know this was long, but I know what I want. Has anyone seen the great early 2010s show Happy Endings? There’s a quote that I think describes what I’m looking for. Someone to realize: “I found a woman who was so sure of what she wanted, and she wanted me.” Brad to wife Jane, S2E18 ‘Party of Six.’
In the subject line, please put your eye color. This helps me weed through the guys who only claim to read my post. And if you really want me to respond, then mention things that we have in common. I’ve included more than enough things to kick off a conversation.
Those who need NOT apply:
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2020.11.28 01:30 Drexlore Week 13 Match-up Preview Thread: Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets vs. Duke Blue Devils

Georgia Tech vs. Duke
When: Saturday, November, 28, 07:00 PM Eastern
Where: Bobby Dodd Stadium - Atlanta, GA
Watch: ESPN3
Odds: Duke by 1.0 pts.
Total Points: 58.0
All-Time Series : Georgia Tech vs. Duke
Georgia Tech and Duke have met 87 times since 12/02/1933.
These teams last met 412 days ago on 10/12/2019.
Series Wins: Georgia Tech 51-1-35 Duke
Longest streak of continuous meetings: 87 (1933-2019).
Duke has won the last 3 meetings (2017-2019) in this series.
Last 6 Meetings
Winner Date Location Georgia Tech Duke Notes
Duke 2019-10-12 Durham, NC 23 41
Duke 2018-10-13 Atlanta, GA 14 28
Duke 2017-11-18 Durham, NC 20 43
Georgia Tech 2016-10-29 Atlanta, GA 38 35
Duke 2015-09-26 Durham, NC 20 34
Duke 2014-10-11 Atlanta, GA 25 31
Series Comparison Data via Winsipedia
Through Week 12
Week Georgia Tech 2-5(2-3) Result Duke 2-6(1-5) Result
1 BYE N/A BYE N/A
2 Florida State 2-6(1-5) W 16-13 Notre Dame#2 8-0(0-0) L 13-27
3 UCF 5-3(4-3) L 21-49 Boston College 5-4(4-3) L 6-26
4 Syracuse 1-8(1-7) L 20-37 Virginia 4-4(3-4) L 20-38
5 BYE N/A Virginia Tech 4-5(4-4) L 31-38
6 Louisville 3-6(2-5) W 46-27 Syracuse 1-8(1-7) W 38-24
7 Clemson#4 7-1(6-0) L 7-73 NC State 6-3(5-3) L 20-31
8 Boston College 5-4(4-3) L 27-48 BYE N/A
9 Notre Dame#2 8-0(0-0) L 13-31 Charlotte 2-3(2-1) W 53-19
10 BYE N/A North Carolina#25 6-2(6-2) L 24-56
11 BYE N/A BYE N/A
12 BYE N/A BYE N/A
All rankings reflect the current /cfb poll
Georgia Tech Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 17:00:02
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Kenny Cooper OL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 15 Cooper departed the previous game due to an unknown injury, and it is uncertain if he will suit up Saturday against Miami.
Ahmarean Brown WR Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 15 Brown was lifted from the previous game with an unknown injury, and his status for Saturday’s contest against Miami is in question.
Sylvain Yondjouen DL Out Indefinitely – Lower Body Sat, Oct 31 Yondjouen has been sidelined with a lower-body injury, and it is up in the air when he will return to action.
T.K. Chimedza DL Out For Season – Undisclosed Tue, Sep 15 Chimedza is sidelined with an unspecified injury and will miss the remainder of the 2020 season.
Antonneous Clayton DL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 15 Clayton sat out the last game due to an unlisted issue, and it is unknown if he will be in the lineup Saturday against Miami.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
Duke Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 17:00:02
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Jaylen Coleman RB Out For Season – Achilles Tue, Aug 25 Coleman will miss the entire 2020 season due to a torn Achilles.
Marvin Hubbard III RB Out For Season – Achilles Thu, Sep 10 Hubbard III has been shut down for the entire 2020 season due to a torn Achilles tendon that he is still rehabbing.
Josh Blackwell CB Out Indefinitely – Knee Wed, Sep 23 Blackwell will miss an extended period after undergoing surgery to repair a torn meniscus in his right knee.
Mark Gilbert CB Out For Season – Personal Mon, Oct 26 Gilbert has informed the program that he will sit out the entire 2020 season due to a personal decision.
Will Taylor C Out Indefinitely – Knee Tue, Oct 27 Taylor is recovering from surgery to his right knee, and it is unclear how long he will need to recover.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
What are your "Keys to the Game"?
Who do you think wins?
Do you think the favorite will cover the spread?
Which player(s) are you most interested to watch?
Let's talk football!
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2020.11.28 00:44 Drexlore Week 13 Match-up Preview Thread: #4 Clemson Tigers vs. Pittsburgh Panthers

#4 Clemson vs. Pittsburgh
When: Saturday, November, 28, 03:30 PM Eastern
Where: Memorial Stadium (Clemson, SC) - Clemson, SC
Watch: ABC
Odds: Clemson by 24.0 pts.
Total Points: 56.0
All-Time Series : Clemson vs. Pittsburgh
Clemson and Pittsburgh have met 3 times since 12/30/1977.
These teams last met 727 days (~2 years) ago on 12/01/2018.
Series Wins: Clemson 1-0-2 Pittsburgh
Longest streak of continuous meetings: 1 (2018-2018).
Clemson has won the most recent meeting (2018) in this series.
Last 3 Meetings
Winner Date Location Clemson Pittsburgh Notes
Clemson 2018-12-01 Charlotte, NC 42 10 ACC Championship Game
Pittsburgh 2016-11-12 Clemson, SC 42 43
Pittsburgh 1977-12-30 Jacksonville, FL 3 34 Gator Bowl
Series Comparison Data via Winsipedia
Through Week 12
Week Clemson 7-1(6-0) Result Pittsburgh 5-4(4-3) Result
1 BYE N/A BYE N/A
2 Wake Forest 4-3(3-3) W 37-13 Austin Peay 0-3(0-0) W 55-0
3 The Citadel 0-4(0-0) W 49-0 Syracuse 1-8(1-7) W 21-10
4 BYE N/A Louisville 3-6(2-5) W 23-20
5 Virginia 4-4(3-4) W 41-23 NC State 6-3(5-3) L 29-30
6 Miami#10 7-1(6-1) W 42-17 Boston College 5-4(4-3) L 30-31
7 Georgia Tech 2-5(2-3) W 73-7 Miami#10 7-1(6-1) L 19-31
8 Syracuse 1-8(1-7) W 47-21 Notre Dame#2 8-0(0-0) L 3-45
9 Boston College 5-4(4-3) W 34-28 BYE N/A
10 Notre Dame#2 8-0(0-0) L 40-47 Florida State 2-6(1-5) W 41-17
11 BYE N/A BYE N/A
12 BYE N/A Virginia Tech 4-5(4-4) W 47-14
All rankings reflect the current /cfb poll
Clemson Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 16:00:03
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Justin Mascoll DE Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Mascoll was forced from the last game with an unknown injury, and his status for Saturday’s clash against Pitt is up in the air.
Tyler Davis DT Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Davis was inactive for the previous game due to an undetermined ailment, and his status for Saturday’s showdown against Pitt is unknown.
Matthew Maloney LB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Maloney has missed the previous two games due to an injury to an unannounced area, and it has yet to be determined if he will compete against Pitt on Saturday.
John Williams OL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Williams has sat out the previous four games due to an undetermined ailment, and it remains to be seen if he will be available for Saturday’s battle versus Pitt.
Jack Mccall CB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 McCall has sat out the previous two games with an unspecified ailment, and it is unknown if he will step on the field Saturday versus Pittsburgh.
Matt Mcmahan LB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 McMahan has sat out the last three games with an undefined ailment, and it remains to be seen if he will face Pitt on Saturday.
Mike Jones Jr. LB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Jones Jr. has sat out the previous two contests due to an unlisted njury, and it remains to be seen if he will line up versus Pitt on Saturday.
Ty Lucas RB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Lucas has missed the last three games due to an injury to an unlisted area, and it is undetermined if he will take the field against Pitt on Saturday.
Mitchell Mayes OL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Mayes has missed the last four games due to an injury to an unlisted area, and it is unknown if he will take part in Saturday’s matchup versus Pitt.
Bryn Tucker OL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Tucker has missed the previous four games due to an injury to an unannounced area, and it is unknown if he will take the field against Pitt on Saturday.
Bryan Bresee DL Ques Sat – Leg Sat, Nov 21 Bresee is battling a leg injury, and it is unknown if it will deter him from being a participant in Saturday’s tilt with Pittsburgh.
Trevor Lawrence QB Prob Sat – Illness Sat, Nov 21 Lawrence has missed the previous two games after testing positive for COVID-19, but it is projected that he will be ready for Saturday’s contest versus Pitt.
Nolan Turner S Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Turner was lifted from the last game with an injury to an unlisted area. His status against Pitt on Saturday is clouded.
Tre Williams DL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Williams has been held out of the previous three games due to an undefined injury, and it is unknown if he will be active against Pittsburgh on Saturday.
Andrew Booth Jr. CB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Booth Jr. is dealing with an injury to an unannounced location, and it is uncertain if he will participate in Saturday’s game against Pittsburgh.
Luke Price TE Out For Season – Knee Thu, Sep 3 Price suffered a season-ending torn ACL in his knee.
Ruke Orhorhoro DT Late Dec – Knee Tue, Sep 22 Orhorhoro has been shut down for the remainder of the regular season after undergoing surgery to fix the meniscus in his knee. He stands a chance to return for the program’s bowl game.
Justin Foster DE Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Tue, Sep 29 Foster is out of commission with an unlisted injury, and there is no timetable for recovery.
James Skalski LB Out Indefinitely – Groin Wed, Oct 28 Skalski is out of commission with a groin injury and will be sidelined for an unknown length of time.
Sage Ennis TE Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 8 Ennis has been unavailable due to an undefined injury, and it remains to be seen when he will return to the lineup.
David Cote LB Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 8 Cote has been sidelined with an unspecified ailment. It is undetermined when he will next suit up.
Justyn Ross WR Out For Season – Spine Tue, Aug 25 Ross is expected to miss the entire 2020 season after having offseason surgery to repair a condition known as congenital fusion.
Frank Ladson Jr. WR Out Indefinitely – Foot Mon, Nov 9 Ladson Jr. is will miss an extended period due to a foot injury.
Taisun Phommachanh QB Out Indefinitely – Hand Fri, Nov 13 Phommachanh is recovering from surgery on his left hand, and there is no timetable for recovery.
Darien Rencher RB Ques Sat – Illness Sat, Nov 21 Rencher has tested positive for COVID-19 and is in quarantine. He is unlikely to line up against Pittsburgh on Saturday.
Sergio Allen LB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Allen missed the last game for unlisted reasons, and his status for Saturday’s contest versus Pitt remains hazy.
Matt Bockhorst G Ques Sat – Leg Sat, Nov 21 Bockhorst has a right leg injury, and it is undetermined if he will play Saturday against Pittsburgh.
Kaleb Boateng OL Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 8 Boateng has been sitting out due to an unlisted issue, and it is unclear when he will return to the fold.
Lannden Zanders S Ques Sat – Shoulder Sat, Nov 21 Zanders departed the previous game with a shoulder injury, and it is up in the air if he will compete against Pitt on Saturday.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
Pittsburgh Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 16:00:03
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Israel Abanikanda RB Ques Sat – Illness Sat, Nov 21 Abanikanda was held out of the last game due to the COVID-19 protocols, and it is unknown if he will be a part of Saturday’s game versus Clemson.
Jordan Addison WR Ques Sat – Illness Sat, Nov 21 Addison missed the last game due to COVID-19 protocols, and it remains to be seen if he will be cleared to face Clemson on Saturday.
Jared Wayne WR Ques Sat – Illness Sat, Nov 21 Wayne sat out the last game due to COVID-19 protocols, and it is unknown if he will compete against Clemson on Saturday.
Paris Ford DB Out For Season – Personal Mon, Nov 2 Ford has made a personal decision and has decided to opt-out for the remainder of the 2020 season.
Lucas Krull TE Out Indefinitely – Lower Body Sat, Oct 24 Krull has been sidelined due to a lower-body injury, and it is unknown when he will return.
Grant Carrigan OL Out For Season – Undisclosed Mon, Oct 19 Carrigan will miss the remainder of the 2020 season due to an undefined injury.
Jaylen Twyman DL Out For Season – Personal Tue, Aug 25 Twyman has opted-out for the entire 2020 season due to a personal decision.
Damarri Mathis DB Out For Season – Undisclosed Tue, Aug 25 Mathis has been ruled out for the duration of the 2020 season due to an unspecified reason.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
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Which player(s) are you most interested to watch?
Let's talk football!
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2020.11.28 00:05 sadbrokenbot 34 [M4F] Greater Boston Area - I need help

I have been emotionally repressed and avoided any emotional or physical intimacy my whole life, due to some coping mechanisms I developed to deal with some stuff very early on in life. I have been through a rough decade and a half, and I just started really "living" again a few months before the pandemic started. I have never dated (before this year), loved or been loved. I pushed away women who were interested in me, and I never pursued any myself. Career ambitions, some bad decisions, and the resulting rough times led to low self esteem and no inclination for dating, in addition to the emotional repression.
However, until recently, I did not know that my difficulties were because of this repression. I used to think I was strong. I also used to think I just couldn't feel anything for anyone. I have always been very empathetic, but love and romance always seemed foreign to me. This past year, I have been on a few dates via OLD, and after meeting someone a few months ago I realized that I am neither strong nor devoid of any feeling. However, not knowing how to express myself has stifled any chances of anything happening. I have been shattered emotionally for the past few weeks since I realized these things. It breaks my heart knowing that I could have had so much more in life and I missed out on experiencing youthful love and passion.
This has made me realize I need therapy for my issues, but finding therapists taking new clients in this pandemic seems to be impossible. However, I am not here for therapy.
I think I need an older or compassionate woman to teach me how to be myself with women. I have made many friends of all genders throughout my life, and am perfectly capable (if a little introverted) in my professional life. But I need to learn how to be intimate with another person, both emotionally and physically. And learning this organically at this age seems to be impossible.
I am 5'10, 155lbs, brown, with an athletic build and glasses. I can DM pictures. I want to see if there is someone out there, preferably nearby (greater Boston area) who can help me. It is a big ask. But not asking for help has been one of the major reasons for a lot of suffering in my life. So here I am now, asking for help.
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2020.11.27 23:29 Drexlore Week 13 Match-up Preview Thread: Texas State Bobcats vs. #13 Coastal Carolina Chanticleers

Texas State vs. #13 Coastal Carolina
When: Saturday, November, 28, 03:00 PM Eastern
Where: Bobcat Stadium (TX) - San Marcos, TX
Watch: ESPN+
Odds: Coastal Carolina by 17.0 pts.
Total Points: 58.5
All-Time Series : Texas State vs. Coastal Carolina
Texas State and Coastal Carolina have met 2 times since 10/28/2017.
These teams last met 363 days ago on 11/30/2019.
Series Wins: Texas State 1-0-1 Coastal Carolina
Longest streak of continuous meetings: 1 (2019-2019).
Coastal Carolina has won the most recent meeting (2019) in this series.
Last 2 Meetings
Winner Date Location Texas State Coastal Carolina Notes
Coastal Carolina 2019-11-30 Conway, SC 21 24
Texas State 2017-10-28 Conway, SC 27 7
Series Comparison Data via Winsipedia
Through Week 12
Week Texas State 2-9(2-5) Result Coastal Carolina 8-0(6-0) Result
1 SMU 7-2(4-2) L 24-31 BYE N/A
2 UTSA 6-4(4-2) L 48-51 Kansas 0-7(0-6) W 38-23
3 ULM 0-8(0-5) W 38-17 Campbell 0-4(0-0) W 43-21
4 Boston College 5-4(4-3) L 21-24 BYE N/A
5 BYE N/A Arkansas State 3-6(1-5) W 52-23
6 Troy 4-4(2-2) L 17-37 BYE N/A
7 South Alabama 3-6(2-4) L 20-30 Louisiana#20 7-1(5-1) W 30-27
8 BYU#7 9-0(0-0) L 14-52 Georgia Southern 6-3(4-2) W 28-14
9 Louisiana#20 7-1(5-1) L 34-44 Georgia State 4-4(3-4) W 51-0
10 Appalachian State 6-2(4-1) L 17-38 South Alabama 3-6(2-4) W 23-6
11 Georgia Southern 6-3(4-2) L 38-40 BYE N/A
12 Arkansas State 3-6(1-5) W 47-45 Appalachian State 6-2(4-1) W 34-23
All rankings reflect the current /cfb poll
Texas State Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 15:00:03
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Marcell Barbee WR Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Barbee left the last game due to an unspecified injury, and it is unknown if he will play Saturday against Coastal Carolina.
Tyler Vitt QB Out For Season – Wrist Tue, Nov 17 Vitt is expected to miss the remainder of the 2020 season due to a a dislocated left wrist.
Jackson Lanam TE Out For Season – Undisclosed Wed, Nov 4 Lanam has been shut down for the remainder of the season due to an undefined injury.
J.P. Urquidez OL Out For Season – Personal Sun, Sep 13 Urquidez has opted-out for the remainder of the season due to a personal reason.
Waydale Jones WR Out For Season – Eligibility Wed, Aug 26 Jones has been ruled ineligible by the NCAA and will not take part in the 2020 season.
Tyler Huff TE Out For Season – Knee Wed, Aug 26 Huff suffered a torn ACL and is expected to miss the duration of the 2020 season.
Gavin Graham LB Out Indefinitely – Arm Mon, Nov 2 Graham sustained an arm injury, and he will miss an undetermined length of time.
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2020.11.27 21:01 Jcote12 (TH) My sister was a sociopath. Then she had surgery.

There was always something wrong with Annie. For years, it felt like I was the only one who knew.
When we were kids, we used to see our little cousins quite often. Our house, their house. My mom and aunt drank wine and bonded over having lost their husbands, my uncle in the grave and my dad, in jail. Annie and I were much older than the other kids, but I’d still hang out with them, just to be safe and keep an eye on my sister. If I left her alone with them, someone would wind up hurt. One time, she’d stuck a clothespin on their cat and watched it run circles around the room. She was twelve. Another time, she’d pressured our youngest cousin to drop that same cat out a third floor window, mocking him for not wanting to do it. “I can’t believe you’re actually scared,” I’d heard her say. By the time I got up there, my little cousin had let go. The cat was fine, thank god. But my cousin was not. He was traumatized, screaming and crying behind his bedroom door. Annie told Mom that she was really sorry and that she’d learned in school that cats could survive such falls. It was all bullshit, Annie had never felt sorry a day in her life. But Mom ate it up every time, because Annie was her special little girl.
After Dad went away, our grandfather came over a lot to help Mom out. Her dad, as we hardly knew my father’s parents. I was very close with my Papa. He was probably the person I looked up to most. The man was never in a bad mood. At least if he was, he never showed it. He brought something to that house that had long been missing. Music, dancing, laughter. He’d teach me things my dad never did, like how to ride a bike, or tie a tie. Or, when Mom wasn’t home, how to use the power tools Dad left dusty in the basement. It didn’t matter what we did. There was comfort in simply having him there, waking up every day to find him already sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, only to drop it straight away so he could cook me something for breakfast. Papa loved watching me eat, almost as much as he loved telling stories. He’d given me this small military medal once and told me about how he’d almost died earning it. Said he wasn’t much older than me when he got it. It didn’t feel right to keep it, but he was happy to pass it down, and even happier when he saw it pinned to my backpack the next day.
“Now you can take me with you when I’m in the ground,” he laughed. He joked, but he knew. Knew that I’d need his guidance even in death. Papa may have been a jolly, old Italian man, but he was sharper than he looked. He knew something was very wrong with his granddaughter, and knew that once he was gone, things were only going to get harder for all of us. Annie did nothing to hide her contempt for the relationship I had with Papa. She’d always looked on with a scowl. When Papa passed, she’d come into my room with bright eyes and said, “Are you sad Papa’s dead?” I screamed and told Mom but Annie pretended to be an ignorant child, and my mother was in no place to deal with it. During the services, Annie watched me like entertainment. I tried my hardest to hold everything in, to not give her any satisfaction. And though it did simmer her attention, it only heightened everyone else’s. People were apparently asking my mother what was wrong with me. The fact that I was looked upon with such scrutiny while Annie went unnoticed drove me insane, especially since the loss of my grandfather hurt me more than anything. And when his medal fell off my backpack the following week, it crushed me further. I came home from school in tears, totally inconsolable despite my mother’s attempts. Annie just sat there, looking amused. “Who’s gonna watch over you now?” she’d asked. I shoved her hard and Mom grounded me.
I thought about killing her that night.
The affect Annie had on me extended even beyond her reach. There was this ever-present mistrust in my mind, this cancerous red-flag that always waved. I’d spent my whole life watching my sister pretend to be something she’s not, to the point that even the most innocuously feigned interaction turned me off. Like when a cashier asks you how you are doing and you say ‘Good’ and ask them back. But you don’t care. They don’t care. I worried that this was true for everyone, always. So I kept to myself and never made very many friends.
Annie’s reign of terror continued on into high school. I got to spend one year there without her and it was the best year of my life. I actually couldn’t wait to go to school. Then she was a freshman, and I was back to spending afternoons in the counselor’s office. I never said much, and so Mr. Wyle treated me like every other anxiety-ridden student, offering me numerous breaks and check-ins. I didn’t know how to tell him that I was terrified of my fourteen year-old little sister, the sweet young girl that everyone was just now meeting. It hadn’t taken her long to adapt to her new environment. She threw on that sheep’s clothing and did what she does best: hide, and hurt. She was smart about it, much smarter than when she was a kid. It was always just painful enough to scar her victims, but simple enough to be overlooked by the rest of us. She’d date boys and break their hearts, just to take them back and break up all over again. It looked like casual teenage drama, but I knew she was doing it for fun. She’d toe the line with her male teachers, keep her best friend feeling like shit about herself, and tell her other friends that I was abusive toward her. I fucking hated it, and hated more so the fact that I had to let her get away with it. If I pushed, she’d push harder. I had to keep myself out of her mind.
Still, the thought of that stupid smirk as she soaked in the pain she’d caused made me see red.
Then I met Ms. Harden, the school’s new counselor. She’d seen how often I visited the reset-room in the past and wanted to get to know me. I wasn’t so receptive at first, but Harden never gave up on me. For weeks, I’d meet with her and in time I’d opened up. She seemed different. She didn’t talk to me from any position of authority, or with condescension. It felt like the person she was inside that room was the same person outside of it, which meant more to me than she knew. My red flags went down, as they rarely had. So when she asked me one day what I was afraid of, I told her everything. Harden was intrigued, so I kept going. It all came spilling out of me and I couldn’t stop. The release gave me relief I had never felt before.
Until Annie confronted me at my locker. “What did you say to her?” Harden had asked to meet with her, and she was livid. I couldn’t look her in the eye, my five-foot freshman of a little sister, so I dug around my locker like I was looking for something.
“Nothing,” I replied. I continued rummaging in hopes that she’d go away, or that somebody else would come talk to us. But nobody around us paid us any mind. Hell, it might have even looked like a sweet moment between brother and sister. Then Annie slammed the locker onto my hand. I howled and cursed loud enough to freeze the entire corridor. Teachers came running out of their classrooms as students buzzed with confusion, while those closer to me gasped and cried for help. I slid down to the floor and crunched into a tight ball, holding my hand to my chest, afraid to look at it. Annie had already disappeared.
I was lucky to have escaped with no worse than a bruise on the top of my hand. It hurt to make a fist, but it was better than a severed finger. Of course, Annie got in trouble with the school, and Mom. But what seemed to have bothered her most was the unraveling of the character she’d played for everyone. People were now talking, noticing things she never wanted them to notice, seeing her in a light she’d never wanted cast upon her. One of the upperclassmen called her a “little ginger snap”, and it caught on. She fucking hated that. And it was only going to get worse. Harden was now looking to meet with Annie regularly, and Annie would soon discover that her usual tricks were no match for a trained professional. Someone was finally seeing through the feigned innocence, the tales of grandeur, the timely sob stories. Thus began the chess match. When Annie skipped on her meeting with Harden, Harden called home. When Mom scheduled a joint meeting, Annie ate soap in the bathroom and made herself throw up. I was curious to see how long this battle would last, you just couldn’t underestimate how far Annie was willing to go. But I think she was smart enough to realize that any further resistance was just further evidence against her. I reveled in her misery the day she finally gave in. It wasn’t long before Harden suggested my mother take Annie to a psychologist. She explained to her how her daughter showed worrying signs of an anti-social personality. As ignorant and naïve as my mother had always been, it was now undeniable: Annie was a real life, near-diagnosable, manipulative little sociopath.
Poor Mom was beside herself. She cried and cried while pacing the kitchen with a cigarette in her shaking hand. She was at a loss, so she did exactly what was recommended of her. Annie was to be seeing the psychologist every week. Sometimes, Mom and I would join her. I had to hold in my excitement over seeing Annie so uncomfortably vulnerable, the way she’d always made everyone else feel. She’d stare daggers at me during the sessions. I’d try my best to appear neutral, to be like her and not show any emotion or fear whatsoever, but it wasn’t easy, not even after the fake apology she gave me. She spoke no truth in those sessions. Blamed her behavior on the absence of our father. Mom and the doctor deemed it progress, but not me. And Annie knew. Every time we got home, she’d shoot me this piercing glance before locking herself away in her room for the night, and only then could I finally breathe, though not for very long. I’d started sleeping with a damn knife under my pillow, just in case. If I started to feel ridiculous for doing so, I’d remind myself not to underestimate how far this girl was willing to go to get what she wanted. And right now, it felt like she wanted me dead.
A few weeks passed. It was hard to tell if the behavior therapy was having any real affect on Annie. The psychologist assured my mother to give it more time, but Mom was hysterical and impatient. So she did the worst thing anyone could do: she went online. She was up all night reading whatever bullshit she could find. From dietary treatment of personality disorders (“Buy our special product!”), to early signs that your child is a serial killer. It was fucking crazy, and it made my mother even crazier. That was when she found Dr. McKinnon. He ran some small, private practice down in Boston, a few hours south of us. His website touted him as an expert in psychology, with particular emphasis on treatment of personality disorders. There was also a link to a news article about the work he’d done with the FBI in catching the Bear River Killer, who he’d gone on to establish a relationship with in order to write the book he’d made sure to advertise on the website. Mom wrote to Dr. McKinnon, and he responded almost immediately, promising that he could help with our situation. This man claimed to have invented a device that could alter the pathways in Annie’s brain that made her the way she was, and rewire them to function normally. For a hefty fee, of course. Crazed and desperate, Mom didn’t hesitate. Drove down that weekend, signed every waver they threw at her, and scheduled surgery for the day after school broke for the summer, just six weeks out. Even booked a hotel room for the few days Annie would be spending in recovery. I thought she was out of her mind for this, and even more so for believing Annie would just allow it to happen. They’d had a blowout when Mom told her what she’d done.
“Why would you do this to me?” Annie kept saying. “You think there’s something wrong with me?”
“Yes, Annie! Yes!”
It hurt my mother to say this, and hurt even more when Annie said, “You raised me. I’m your daughter.” She knew this was the very thing that would hurt Mom the most.
“I didn’t raise you to act like this!” Mom shouted, tears in her eyes.
Annie ignored her. “I wanna go to another school.”
“What? Why? What’s wrong with your school?”
“Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Send me to St. John’s.”
Mom huffed. “I don’t have the money for that, Annie!”
“Cancel the surgery.”
“It’s either the surgery or I’ll have you committed,” Mom snapped. “Which one?”
That shut Annie up faster than I’d ever seen, and off she went to her room. When she was gone, Mom released the sob she’d been holding in as I awkwardly sat across the room, having just witnessed the whole thing. I felt bad, but was glad to see her stand her ground. Although I half expected Annie to run away that night. Or worse. Ended up barricading my bedroom door and kept a grip around the knife under my pillow as I slept.
But the days passed without incident. Annie went to school, walked home, did homework, ate dinner, went to bed. It was unnerving, and I told Harden as much. I’d been seeing her more frequently as the end of the school year drew nearer. Harden, of course, couldn’t talk to me about her sessions with Annie, but she did indulge me on the topic. I went off about how Annie was a monster, and how the world would be better off without her in it. I was surprised when Harden stopped me and explained that I’d had my sister all wrong. How I’d vilified her for so long that I’d stopped seeing her as a person. This frustrated me.
“I’m not telling you that you’re wrong to feel the way you feel about her,” she reassured me. “What I am telling you is that you should try to understand who she really is. Right now, you see her as this…tornado. Just traveling along from town to town, destroying everything in her path for no reason. But I promise you, there is a reason for everything your sister does.”
“Like what?” I muttered.
“Well. Control, mainly. It’s what caused her to act out,” she emphasized with a wave of her hand. I could feel mine throb. “Annie needs to be in control of not just her own life, but everyone in it. And now, maybe for the first time ever, she’s losing a lot of that control. Anything can happen, and that scares her.”
I rejected this. “That’s true for all of us, and most people don’t do what she does.”
Harden gave a nod. “We’re all trying to figure out how to navigate through life. Your sister included. Not all of us were given the proper tools to do so.”
I thought about that for a moment. “Did something happen to her?” I pressed. Harden stared at me sadly, silently declining to answer. “Well what does she want then?”
Harden shrugged. “These are thing you have to ask her. I think you two are long overdue for a conversation. You should really consider doing that soon. Especially if this surgery you mentioned does what it’s supposed to do,” she added with a hint of sarcasm.
I wasn’t sure I was ready for that conversation. If there was more to Annie, I had definitely never seen it. But I knew Harden was right. I was tired of being afraid of her. Of avoiding her in the halls, and at home. Tired of my entire life feeling like it revolved around her. I just wanted to live a normal life. With friends, girlfriends, birthdays, family parties, sleep. I felt like I couldn’t have any of that.
As we reached the last day of school, and the eve of Annie’s surgery, I’d reached the point where I could no longer put off the conversation I was supposed to have with her. I knocked on her door after an uncomfortably silent dinner.
“What?” she muttered.
There was a lump in my throat. “Can I come in?” I had to ask twice because it had barely come out the first time. She opened her door just enough for her body to squeeze through. “What?” she repeated.
“Can we talk?”
She paused, then moved out of the way, allowing me to enter. I’d only been in her room a handful of times since we were kids. It looked exactly the same now as it did back then. The walls were still pink, her old dolls still sitting high on the shelf, and her closet doorframe still had our childhood heights etched into the wood, something Papa used to do with us each time he’d visit. From here, Annie looked like a normal girl. I stood close to her door as she dropped herself onto the bed and looked up at me curiously. I was sweating. My hand, pulsating. I heaved a heavy sigh and decided the best way to do this was to just come right out with what I wanted to say.
“I want to understand you better.”
She didn’t blink. “I don’t think you do.”
“I do. I want to know what it’s like to be you. What goes on in your head. What you’re thinking. Why you do the things you do.”
“I don’t know,” she explained.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Because I don’t understand myself either,” she said with more force. “You treat me like I’m an experiment, and I don’t appreciate it.”
“Annie, you’re about to get a fucking chip put into your brain,” I said shakily. She shook her head, and so did I. Talking to her could sometimes make you feel like you were the one who was crazy.
I continued. “You know you hurt people. I know you know that. Do you ever feel bad about it?”
“Of course I do,” she said.
It was clear I wasn’t going to get any truth out of her. “I don’t think you do. I think you hate people. I think you hate yourself. That you’re different. So you hurt people. Am I wrong? Do you even love Mom? Or me? Or do you hate us too?”
She looked at me like I was missing something obvious. She got up off the bed and approached me, stopping just a foot away.
“I don’t ‘anything’ you. I don’t ‘anything’ anyone.”
It was probably the most honest thing she’d ever said to me. In the moment, it made my skin crawl. It wasn’t until later that I realized how sad of an admission this was.
———
When Mom and Annie left for Boston early that Friday morning, I’d said nothing to her. Despite my doubts in Dr. McKinnon’s device, part of me was still hoping to receive a brand new Annie. With summer vacation now started and the house to myself for the weekend, I’d slept most of my time away, as though catching up on all the sleep lost throughout my life. I had no idea what to do with myself when I was awake. I’d watch TV, pace, eat, lie on the floor. By weekend’s end, I’d become so bored and anxious that I did something unexpected: I went into Annie’s room. Sat right on her bed where some clothes had been left strewn, nervous that she’d somehow figure out I’d been in there. I thought again about who exactly would be walking through the door when they got back the following morning. It kept me up that night. After a few short hours of sleep, I woke early, made coffee (that I don’t even drink), paced some more, and then waited in the same seat my Papa always sat in, staring at the front door as I mentally prepared myself for its opening. By that point, my mind had already been left to wander too far from reality. I’d imagined Annie bursting through to give me a hug and tell me through sobs that she was sorry for everything she’d done. It had occurred to me in that moment that we’d never actually hugged before, not that I could remember. When the daydream ended, I hated myself for letting her manipulate me when she wasn’t even around.
I heard car doors slam shut. My stomach sank. A few moments later, the front door opened and they entered as casually as if they’d run to the store.
“Oh hi, hun,” Mom beamed. “Didn’t expect to see you there.” She dropped her bags to give me a hug and kiss, and then added, “Annie, come say hi to your brother.” I wanted to puke. I could hardly bring myself to look at her. She was still standing by the door, looking bashful.
“Hi,” she mustered. She was rubbing up and down her arm, looking more uncomfortable than I was.
“Hi,” I replied. I finally looked her in the eyes. They looked different. A small patch of her head had been shaved, and I could see the end of the stitches running down her scalp to the edge of her forehead.
Mom sighed at our silence and started rummaging through kitchen cabinets. “Well, I know it’s lunch time, but I’m making breakfast. Anyone hungry?”
“Can I go take a shower, Mom?” Annie wondered.
“Of course, baby. Just be careful, you can’t wet your head yet, okay?” Annie nodded and quietly disappeared upstairs. Mom waited until she was long gone and then hovered beside me as bacon sizzled on the stove. “They said it could take a while to kick in,” she whispered excitedly. “But I think it’s already working!”
I remained silent as she continued with the eggs and bacon. “Where’s that knife?” she suddenly exclaimed, staring at the wooden block on the counter. The biggest slot was still empty. I wasn’t planning on putting it back just yet; despite my mother’s optimism, I was going to need to see a lot more.
I wouldn’t see much in the weeks following. Annie spent most of the time asleep, an expected side-effect. She was pleasant but quiet at dinner, uttering ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ but not much else. I’d been trying to enjoy summer break as much as I could, shooting pucks out in the driveway, riding my bike around neighboring towns, and even saw a movie with my friend from school. My deal with Mom was that I’d stay home during the day while she was at work, in case Annie needed anything. I wasn’t thrilled about being left alone with her, but I hardly saw much of her at first. Just a couple quick greetings in the hallway, nothing more. Mom was frequently calling to check in but there hadn’t been any issues. Until I shot awake to the booming sound of things crashing against the walls. I ran out into the hall and stood outside Annie’s door, listening as more things got slammed on the other side. She was throwing an absolute tantrum. I was about to enter but thought better of it. Then, as soon as it had begun, it was over. Silence. When I called Mom to tell her what happened, she told me that these kind of outbursts were expected. ‘Emotional fallout’, Dr. McKinnon had told her. I wish someone had told me.
Going forward, I was hyper vigilant. Thought I’d heard Annie through the walls one day, talking to herself. I pressed my ear against it but struggled to make anything out. This would happen again and again, day after day, this very faint whisper among the sound of gasps and coughs. And each day it got louder. So I stood outside her door again, lost in the white noise of the fans and air conditioners buzzing in the distance, Annie’s mumbling creeping from under her door. I wanted nothing to do with her, and yet I was curious. So I knocked. There was a pause.
“Come in,” her little voice called. She was wrapped in her sheets, in the dead summer heat, with only her face poking out. “Hi,” she whispered as I stepped in. I stood right by the door, just as I had the last time she let me in.
“Are you okay?” I asked half-heartedly.
Her face immediately scrunched up in a way I’d never seen it. “No,” she squealed as she shook her head and started to cry. I tried not to show how good it made me feel, to see her suffer. She got louder, so I approached the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stood awkwardly over her.
“I don’t like this!” she choked through sobs and sniffles. “I don’t like it… I don’t like it…”
She reached for my hand and kept repeating herself. I was stunned. “It’s okay,” I said, but didn’t really mean. As I sat there holding her hand for a while, uttering fake assurances, not really caring, I wondered if the way I felt in that moment was the way she’d always felt. If so, I didn’t envy her.
Later that night, it was Annie who knocked on my door. She slipped in like a cat, crawling up onto my bed and sitting there with her legs crossed. It was fairly muggy but she was still in a hoodie and sweatpants.
“Sorry about earlier,” she said.
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. I know you hate me. You don’t have to act like you don’t. I just wanted to tell you that you were right. I hate myself, too. And I was jealous of everyone. You asked what it was like to be me,” she began. My ears perked. “It’s like…being a ghost. Floating around. Lost. You don’t remember who you are or what it was like to be alive. You just exist. And nobody even knows you’re there. And when they do see you, they get scared. They don’t want you around. So you stay in the background and watch everyone live their lives. It’s not fair. So you mess with them. For attention. Because you’re bored. Beyond bored. Because for just one second, their screams make you feel like you’re real. You chase that feeling.”
I was blown away, unsure how to respond. I just sat up against my headboard in awe. The knife under my pillow was showing for a second before I shuffled to cover it. “Wow. I wish you could’ve told me that a long time ago. But I don’t hate you, Annie. I’m afraid of you.”
This hit her in the gut. She wrinkled her face and I worried she was going to cry again. Instead, she took a deep breath and smiled, like a switch had been flipped. “Can I throw you a birthday party?” she suddenly blurted.
I was confused. “My birthday’s in two months.”
“I know but…can I do it anyway? I want to do something nice for you. Please?”
I had no idea what to think of this, or of her. But she was staring at me wide-eyed and hopeful. “Okay,” I said, annoyed. She clapped her hands and thanked me with a giant grin on her face.
Later that afternoon, Mom took Annie shopping for decorations and a cake, which felt ridiculous to me. When they returned, they kicked me out of the house for a while so they decorate. I took a long walk around the neighborhood, even stopped at a park to watch a little league baseball game. I’d never played before and was kind of wishing I had. When I got home, I was amazed at what the girls had done. The entire kitchen and living room were lit in a multicolored glow, with lava lamps, strobe lights, and glow sticks all around the room. There was a “Happy Birthday” sign hanging on the center wall, and on the table below was my cake, chocolate with vanilla frosting, already lit with a number sixteen candle. They started singing, and then laughing at how stupid this all was. Annie couldn’t stop. She laughed so hard it almost made her look crazy. Though I wanted no part of this, I put on a face, for my mother. For the first time in our lives, we were going to have a good night together, and I wanted to give her that. We had some awkward chit chat, and even more awkward reminiscing, as Mom told stories of past birthday parties. She’d left out the parts where Annie had found ways to ruin them.
After having cake, Annie ran up to her room real quick and came back down with a small present, wrapped and topped with a bow, handing it to me without a word. It surprised me, but not nearly as much as what was inside. In the little box was a very familiar pin. Papa’s medal. All those years I thought I had lost it, and she fucking took it. I was overcome with a range of emotion and wasn’t sure which was going to come out. The look on my mother’s face said it all, as she was silently begging me not to react negatively. Annie was waiting tentatively. Part of me was ready to yell at her, but when I took the pin out and held it in my hand, the rage went away. I was just so happy to have it. I gave her my best thanks, and she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me in this long, quiet embrace. Mom watched on with her hands covering the wave of emotion that had hit her. When we settled, we ate more cake and finished the night playing some inappropriate game Annie had convinced Mom to buy. I couldn’t take my eye off my sister. I wanted to catch her in an unsuspecting moment, just to see if the mask would show itself. When her attitude suddenly shifted to a somber state, I couldn’t tell if it was due to my watchful eye or if it was just another instance of emotional fallout.
I’d heard Annie again that night, quietly crying herself to sleep. In fact, I’d been hearing it almost every night. It was becoming less enjoyable. I thought about how if any of this was real then it meant she’d been in a lot of pain for quite some time now. When I realized I was starting to feel bad, I caught myself. I couldn’t let her fool me. And she wasn’t going to give up trying. She’d asked me what else she could do to fix our relationship, and I admitted to her that, even if her surgery had worked, it was hard for me to separate who she was now from who she was before. She understood. The very next day, she dyed blonde streaks into her hair.
As the summer wound down, I hung out with her a little more. Movies on the couch, midnight conversations in our rooms. I tried to limit it. But she was like a puppy, following me around for attention. For all the questions I used to have for her, she’d had that many more for me. Simple things, like my favorite food, or who I’d had a crush on. She even joked about how she’d probably once known this information but didn’t care enough to remember it. I was starting to get tired of playing along. So I put her on the spot and asked about the nightly crying. She seemed hesitant at first but then explained that she can never fall asleep anymore because images of all the pain she’s caused keep her up at night. She said every time she thought she’d remembered everything, something new would pop up. I nearly rolled my eyes. But that small sliver of hope in the back of my mind made me tell her that if it were ever truly bad enough, she could just knock on the wall three times and I’d come to her room and sit with her. She thanked me with another long hug, and I’d hoped to not deal with it any time soon.
She knocked that very night.
On the final week of the summer, my one friend invited me to go to his family’s lake house. Mom wasn’t sure she wanted to leave Annie home alone yet, but both Annie and I assured her she was fine by this point. I guilted Mom over how I’d hardly done anything that summer, and that worked. I was gone for five days of jet skis, hot dogs, and fireworks. I’d told my friend everything that had happened that summer, probably more than I should have. “I should’ve invited her too,” he’d joked. I told him if he had, he’d probably have “accidentally drowned” by now.
When the week ended, they dropped me back home. It was mid-day and Mom would’ve already been at work. I couldn’t imagine how often she’d checked in on Annie. But when I got inside, she was nowhere to be found. I called out, but nothing. I checked upstairs, even opened her door to see if she was asleep. Still nothing. Then I heard this strange buzzing sound coming from downstairs. I followed it to the basement door. It was locked. I banged on it and called Annie’s name. The buzzing continued. Then I heard this painful, horrific scream. I started punching the door repeatedly, shouting. I didn’t know what to do. I kicked the doorknob, over and over until the door cracked at the hinge. When I got it open, I skipped down the stairs and rounded the corner to see Annie with her head on dad’s workbench. She was holding one of the power drills, with the drill inside her head where the scar had been unstitched, right above where the chip had been placed inside her skull. Blood was spattered everywhere.
“I want to go back!” she shrieked. “I want to go back!”
———
Annie was rushed to the hospital, where she stayed for a while. She hadn’t punctured too far, but they wanted to keep an eye on her. When she was released, Mom brought her right back to Dr. McKinnon, who was in awe over what his patient had done. He almost seemed proud as he tried to spin the incident as good news, that at least the device was clearly working. Mom wasn’t so thrilled. She was hoping for a way to lessen its affects on her poor daughter, to which he could only offer medication. Much like her previous doctor had said, McKinnon explained that Annie needed more time. That she wasn’t just learning how to live with those around her, but with herself as well. He reminded us that she was feeling her entire life’s worth of guilt and shame, and said that the best thing we could do for her now was to help her heal. And maybe keep a closer watch in the meantime.
When we got home, Mom found Annie another therapist and transferred her to a new school. Annie was going to go to St. John’s Prep after all. Mom wanted to keep her as happy as possible and figured a fresh start was in order. This, in addition to the medication, calmed Annie down a bit as we got ready for the new school year. I hung out in her room with her through the final days of summer break, just to keep watch. I was told not to talk about the incident, but Annie was the one who brought it up. She’d suddenly asked me how I live with my remorse. I didn’t know how to answer that, it seemed like something for her new therapist. But I told her the best thing she could do was to learn from it. To just be better today than she was yesterday. It was corny and not nearly enough. But she thanked me anyway. Then she asked me if I loved her.
“Not yet,” I said honestly. “But I’d like to someday.” And I meant it.
She hugged me anyway and said, “I’d like that too.” She was happy enough to leave it at that.
On the morning of the first day of school, Mom and Annie were up and moving pretty early, which meant I, too, was awake. St. John’s started earlier than my high school, so they were ready to head out the door before I’d even had breakfast. Mom grabbed her keys off the table and kissed me as I crunched cereal. Annie was standing by the door in her new uniform.
“Don’t forget to lock the door, okay?” Mom said to me. “Have a good first day. Hey—the knife showed up!” She paused at the sight of it. I’d finally put it back into the block that morning.
“It was in the drawer,” I lied. Mom laughed it off and said bye. I looked up to wish Annie good luck but she’d already had her eye on me. I worried that she could tell I was lying, or that she’d seen the knife in my room that day. But she was smiling. She said bye, and the two of them walked out. In that moment, I was actually really happy for my sister, and for her new friends who’d have no idea who she used to be. None of that mattered anymore. Annie was a normal girl about to live a normal life. And I was going to live mine.
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2020.11.27 19:44 Drexlore Week 13 Match-up Preview Thread: Syracuse Orange vs. NC State Wolfpack

Syracuse vs. NC State
When: Saturday, November, 28, 12:00 PM Eastern
Where: Carrier Dome - Syracuse, NY
Watch: ACC Network
Odds: NC State by 14.5 pts.
Total Points: 51.0
All-Time Series : Syracuse vs. NC State
Syracuse and NC State have met 13 times since 09/16/1972.
These teams last met 414 days ago on 10/10/2019.
Series Wins: Syracuse 2-0-11 NC State
Longest streak of continuous meetings: 7 (2013-2019).
NC State has won the most recent meeting (2019) in this series.
Last 6 Meetings
Winner Date Location Syracuse NC State Notes
NC State 2019-10-10 Raleigh, NC 10 16
Syracuse 2018-10-27 Syracuse, NY 51 41
NC State 2017-09-30 Raleigh, NC 25 33
NC State 2016-11-12 Syracuse, NY 20 35
NC State 2015-11-21 Raleigh, NC 29 42
NC State 2014-11-01 Syracuse, NY 17 24
Series Comparison Data via Winsipedia
Through Week 12
Week Syracuse 1-8(1-7) Result NC State 6-3(5-3) Result
1 BYE N/A BYE N/A
2 North Carolina#25 6-2(6-2) L 6-31 BYE N/A
3 Pittsburgh 5-4(4-3) L 10-21 Wake Forest 4-3(3-3) W 45-42
4 Georgia Tech 2-5(2-3) W 37-20 Virginia Tech 4-5(4-4) L 24-45
5 BYE N/A Pittsburgh 5-4(4-3) W 30-29
6 Duke 2-6(1-5) L 24-38 Virginia 4-4(3-4) W 38-21
7 Liberty 8-1(0-0) L 21-38 Duke 2-6(1-5) W 31-20
8 Clemson#4 7-1(6-0) L 21-47 North Carolina#25 6-2(6-2) L 21-48
9 Wake Forest 4-3(3-3) L 14-38 BYE N/A
10 Boston College 5-4(4-3) L 13-16 Miami#10 7-1(6-1) L 41-44
11 BYE N/A Florida State 2-6(1-5) W 38-22
12 Louisville 3-6(2-5) L 0-30 Liberty 8-1(0-0) W 15-14
All rankings reflect the current /cfb poll
Syracuse Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 11:00:03
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Qadir White OL Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 14 White has been sitting out with an unknown ailment. It is unclear when he will next participate.
Anthony Red OL Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Red is out of action due to an unknown ailment, and there is no timetable for return.
Wil Froumy OL Out Indefinitely – Lower Body Sat, Nov 7 Froumy has been sitting out due to a lower-body injury, and it is unclear when he will return to action.
Trill Williams DB Ques Sat – Lower Body Sat, Nov 21 Williams has missed the last three games with a lower-body injury, and it is undetermined if he will suit up Saturday against NC State.
Jacobian Morgan QB Ques Sat – Head Mon, Nov 23 Morgan is dealing with a head injury, and it is undetermined if he will face NC State on Saturday.
Cam Jonas DB Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Jonas sat out the last game due to an unannounced reason, and it is unclear if he will play Saturday versus NC State.
Latarie Kinsler DL Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Kinsler has been unavailable due to an undetermined injury, and it remains to be seen when he will return to the lineup.
Jawhar Jordan RB Out Indefinitely – Lower Body Sat, Oct 10 Jordan suffered a lower-body injury and is expected to miss an extended period of time.
Neil Nunn DB Out For Season – Undisclosed Wed, Oct 28 Nunn is expected to miss the remainder of the season after undergoing surgery to fix a torn ACL in his right knee.
Tommy Devito QB Out For Season – Heel Sat, Oct 10 Devito suffered a leg injury and will miss the remainder of the season.
Patrick Davis OL Out Indefinitely – Foot Sat, Oct 10 Davis is sidelined with a foot injury, and he will miss an undetermined length of time.
Jarveon Howard RB Out For Season – Personal Wed, Sep 9 Howard has let the program know that he will sit out the entire 2020 season after making a personal decision stemming from COVID-19 concerns.
Abdul Adams RB Out For Season – Personal Tue, Sep 8 Adams has announced that he has ruled himself out for the entire 2020 season due to a personal reason.
Cooper Dawson DL Out For Season – Personal Tue, Aug 25 Dawson will sit out the duration of the 2020 campaign due to a personal decision.
Eric Coley DB Out Indefinitely – Foot Sat, Oct 31 Coley has been sidelined with a foot injury, and it is unclear when he is expected to return to the fold.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
NC State Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-27 11:00:03
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Devin Leary QB Mid Dec – Shin Tue, Oct 20 Leary is expected to miss four to eight weeks after having surgery to repair a broken left fibula.
Khalid Martin S Out Indefinitely – Hip Sun, Nov 8 Martin will be out of the lineup for an extended period due to a hip injury.
Timothy Mckay OL Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 15 McKay has been sidelined for unknown reasons, and it has yet to be seen when he will be activated moving forward.
Tyrone Riley T Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 22 Riley has sat out the last three games due to an unspecified ailment, and it is uncertain if he will play Saturday versus Syracuse.
Jasiah Provillon WR Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sun, Nov 22 Provillon has missed the previous four games due to an undetermined injury, and it has yet to be established if he will take the field Saturday versus Syracuse.
Chris Ingram CB Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Oct 17 Ingram is sidelined with an unspecified ailment, and he will miss an undetermined length of time.
Louis Acceus LB Out For Season – Undisclosed Mon, Sep 14 Acceus has an undisclosed injury and will be forced to sit out the remainder of the season.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
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2020.11.27 19:16 olanolastname Any online marketplaces to sell / buy high end fabrics?

My mom's cousin worked for years in high end Boston fabric stores, and collected many, many gorgeous fabrics. Many, but certainly not all, are upholstery fabrics, so good for pillows, etc. She said she has "several yards" of probably several hundred different high end fabrics, some dating back to the 70s or maybe even earlier.
She now has cancer so will not be able to realize her dreams for using all these gorgeous fabrics. And she's been crushed by medical bills, so could use the $$ from selling them.
I would love any recommendations for where she might post them for sale.
For example, is there something like a specialized etsy or ebay for fabric lovers who want to find smaller amounts of special fabrics? Or do fabric lovers use etsy or ebay to search?
Any help would be so very appreciated. Shes not very savvy with this sort of thing so I'm trying to help her any way I can to get her started.
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2020.11.27 18:51 olanolastname Have to sell a lot of beautiful fabrics due to cancer - any recommendations for a marketplace to post them?

My mom's cousin worked for years in high end Boston fabric stores, and collected many, many gorgeous fabrics. Many, but certainly not all, are upholstery fabrics, so good for pillows, etc. She said she has "several yards" of probably several hundred different high end fabrics, some dating back to the 70s or maybe even earlier.
She now has cancer so will not be able to realize her dreams for using all these gorgeous fabrics. And she's been crushed by medical bills, so could use the $$ from selling them.
I would love any recommendations for where she might post them for sale.
Is there something like a specialized etsy or ebay for fabric lovers who want to find smaller amounts of special fabrics? Or do fabric lovers use etsy or ebay to search?
Any help would be so very appreciated. Shes not very savvy with this sort of thing so I'm trying to help her any way I can to get her started.
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2020.11.27 16:57 Jcote12 Short Story: “My sister was a sociopath. Then she had surgery.”

There was always something wrong with Annie. For years, it felt like I was the only one who knew.
When we were kids, we used to see our little cousins quite often. Our house, their house. My mom and aunt drank wine and bonded over having lost their husbands, my uncle in the grave and my dad, in jail. Annie and I were much older than the other kids, but I’d still hang out with them, just to be safe and keep an eye on my sister. If I left her alone with them, someone would wind up hurt. One time, she’d stuck a clothespin on their cat and watched it run circles around the room. She was twelve. Another time, she’d pressured our youngest cousin to drop that same cat out a third floor window, mocking him for not wanting to do it. “I can’t believe you’re actually scared,” I’d heard her say. By the time I got up there, my little cousin had let go. The cat was fine, thank god. But my cousin was not. He was traumatized, screaming and crying behind his bedroom door. Annie told Mom that she was really sorry and that she’d learned in school that cats could survive such falls. It was all bullshit, Annie had never felt sorry a day in her life. But Mom ate it up every time, because Annie was her special little girl.
After Dad went away, our grandfather came over a lot to help Mom out. Her dad, as we hardly knew my father’s parents. I was very close with my Papa. He was probably the person I looked up to most. The man was never in a bad mood. At least if he was, he never showed it. He brought something to that house that had long been missing. Music, dancing, laughter. He’d teach me things my dad never did, like how to ride a bike, or tie a tie. Or, when Mom wasn’t home, how to use the power tools Dad left dusty in the basement. It didn’t matter what we did. There was comfort in simply having him there, waking up every day to find him already sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, only to drop it straight away so he could cook me something for breakfast. Papa loved watching me eat, almost as much as he loved telling stories. He’d given me this small military medal once and told me about how he’d almost died earning it. Said he wasn’t much older than me when he got it. It didn’t feel right to keep it, but he was happy to pass it down, and even happier when he saw it pinned to my backpack the next day.
“Now you can take me with you when I’m in the ground,” he laughed. He joked, but he knew. Knew that I’d need his guidance even in death. Papa may have been a jolly, old Italian man, but he was sharper than he looked. He knew something was very wrong with his granddaughter, and knew that once he was gone, things were only going to get harder for all of us. Annie did nothing to hide her contempt for the relationship I had with Papa. She’d always looked on with a scowl. When Papa passed, she’d come into my room with bright eyes and said, “Are you sad Papa’s dead?” I screamed and told Mom but Annie pretended to be an ignorant child, and my mother was in no place to deal with it. During the services, Annie watched me like entertainment. I tried my hardest to hold everything in, to not give her any satisfaction. And though it did simmer her attention, it only heightened everyone else’s. People were apparently asking my mother what was wrong with me. The fact that I was looked upon with such scrutiny while Annie went unnoticed drove me insane, especially since the loss of my grandfather hurt me more than anything. And when his medal fell off my backpack the following week, it crushed me further. I came home from school in tears, totally inconsolable despite my mother’s attempts. Annie just sat there, looking amused. “Who’s gonna watch over you now?” she’d asked. I shoved her hard and Mom grounded me.
I thought about killing her that night.
The affect Annie had on me extended even beyond her reach. There was this ever-present mistrust in my mind, this cancerous red-flag that always waved. I’d spent my whole life watching my sister pretend to be something she’s not, to the point that even the most innocuously feigned interaction turned me off. Like when a cashier asks you how you are doing and you say ‘Good’ and ask them back. But you don’t care. They don’t care. I worried that this was true for everyone, always. So I kept to myself and never made very many friends.
Annie’s reign of terror continued on into high school. I got to spend one year there without her and it was the best year of my life. I actually couldn’t wait to go to school. Then she was a freshman, and I was back to spending afternoons in the counselor’s office. I never said much, and so Mr. Wyle treated me like every other anxiety-ridden student, offering me numerous breaks and check-ins. I didn’t know how to tell him that I was terrified of my fourteen year-old little sister, the sweet young girl that everyone was just now meeting. It hadn’t taken her long to adapt to her new environment. She threw on that sheep’s clothing and did what she does best: hide, and hurt. She was smart about it, much smarter than when she was a kid. It was always just painful enough to scar her victims, but simple enough to be overlooked by the rest of us. She’d date boys and break their hearts, just to take them back and break up all over again. It looked like casual teenage drama, but I knew she was doing it for fun. She’d toe the line with her male teachers, keep her best friend feeling like shit about herself, and tell her other friends that I was abusive toward her. I fucking hated it, and hated more so the fact that I had to let her get away with it. If I pushed, she’d push harder. I had to keep myself out of her mind.
Still, the thought of that stupid smirk as she soaked in the pain she’d caused made me see red.
Then I met Ms. Harden, the school’s new counselor. She’d seen how often I visited the reset-room in the past and wanted to get to know me. I wasn’t so receptive at first, but Harden never gave up on me. For weeks, I’d meet with her and in time I’d opened up. She seemed different. She didn’t talk to me from any position of authority, or with condescension. It felt like the person she was inside that room was the same person outside of it, which meant more to me than she knew. My red flags went down, as they rarely had. So when she asked me one day what I was afraid of, I told her everything. Harden was intrigued, so I kept going. It all came spilling out of me and I couldn’t stop. The release gave me relief I had never felt before.
Until Annie confronted me at my locker. “What did you say to her?” Harden had asked to meet with her, and she was livid. I couldn’t look her in the eye, my five-foot freshman of a little sister, so I dug around my locker like I was looking for something.
“Nothing,” I replied. I continued rummaging in hopes that she’d go away, or that somebody else would come talk to us. But nobody around us paid us any mind. Hell, it might have even looked like a sweet moment between brother and sister. Then Annie slammed the locker onto my hand. I howled and cursed loud enough to freeze the entire corridor. Teachers came running out of their classrooms as students buzzed with confusion, while those closer to me gasped and cried for help. I slid down to the floor and crunched into a tight ball, holding my hand to my chest, afraid to look at it. Annie had already disappeared.
I was lucky to have escaped with no worse than a bruise on the top of my hand. It hurt to make a fist, but it was better than a severed finger. Of course, Annie got in trouble with the school, and Mom. But what seemed to have bothered her most was the unraveling of the character she’d played for everyone. People were now talking, noticing things she never wanted them to notice, seeing her in a light she’d never wanted cast upon her. One of the upperclassmen called her a “little ginger snap”, and it caught on. She fucking hated that. And it was only going to get worse. Harden was now looking to meet with Annie regularly, and Annie would soon discover that her usual tricks were no match for a trained professional. Someone was finally seeing through the feigned innocence, the tales of grandeur, the timely sob stories. Thus began the chess match. When Annie skipped on her meeting with Harden, Harden called home. When Mom scheduled a joint meeting, Annie ate soap in the bathroom and made herself throw up. I was curious to see how long this battle would last, you just couldn’t underestimate how far Annie was willing to go. But I think she was smart enough to realize that any further resistance was just further evidence against her. I reveled in her misery the day she finally gave in. It wasn’t long before Harden suggested my mother take Annie to a psychologist. She explained to her how her daughter showed worrying signs of an anti-social personality. As ignorant and naïve as my mother had always been, it was now undeniable: Annie was a real life, near-diagnosable, manipulative little sociopath.
Poor Mom was beside herself. She cried and cried while pacing the kitchen with a cigarette in her shaking hand. She was at a loss, so she did exactly what was recommended of her. Annie was to be seeing the psychologist every week. Sometimes, Mom and I would join her. I had to hold in my excitement over seeing Annie so uncomfortably vulnerable, the way she’d always made everyone else feel. She’d stare daggers at me during the sessions. I’d try my best to appear neutral, to be like her and not show any emotion or fear whatsoever, but it wasn’t easy, not even after the fake apology she gave me. She spoke no truth in those sessions. Blamed her behavior on the absence of our father. Mom and the doctor deemed it progress, but not me. And Annie knew. Every time we got home, she’d shoot me this piercing glance before locking herself away in her room for the night, and only then could I finally breathe, though not for very long. I’d started sleeping with a damn knife under my pillow, just in case. If I started to feel ridiculous for doing so, I’d remind myself not to underestimate how far this girl was willing to go to get what she wanted. And right now, it felt like she wanted me dead.
A few weeks passed. It was hard to tell if the behavior therapy was having any real affect on Annie. The psychologist assured my mother to give it more time, but Mom was hysterical and impatient. So she did the worst thing anyone could do: she went online. She was up all night reading whatever bullshit she could find. From dietary treatment of personality disorders (“Buy our special product!”), to early signs that your child is a serial killer. It was fucking crazy, and it made my mother even crazier. That was when she found Dr. McKinnon. He ran some small, private practice down in Boston, a few hours south of us. His website touted him as an expert in psychology, with particular emphasis on treatment of personality disorders. There was also a link to a news article about the work he’d done with the FBI in catching the Bear River Killer, who he’d gone on to establish a relationship with in order to write the book he’d made sure to advertise on the website. Mom wrote to Dr. McKinnon, and he responded almost immediately, promising that he could help with our situation. This man claimed to have invented a device that could alter the pathways in Annie’s brain that made her the way she was, and rewire them to function normally. For a hefty fee, of course. Crazed and desperate, Mom didn’t hesitate. Drove down that weekend, signed every waver they threw at her, and scheduled surgery for the day after school broke for the summer, just six weeks out. Even booked a hotel room for the few days Annie would be spending in recovery. I thought she was out of her mind for this, and even more so for believing Annie would just allow it to happen. They’d had a blowout when Mom told her what she’d done.
“Why would you do this to me?” Annie kept saying. “You think there’s something wrong with me?”
“Yes, Annie! Yes!”
It hurt my mother to say this, and hurt even more when Annie said, “You raised me. I’m your daughter.” She knew this was the very thing that would hurt Mom the most.
“I didn’t raise you to act like this!” Mom shouted, tears in her eyes.
Annie ignored her. “I wanna go to another school.”
“What? Why? What’s wrong with your school?”
“Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Send me to St. John’s.”
Mom huffed. “I don’t have the money for that, Annie!”
“Cancel the surgery.”
“It’s either the surgery or I’ll have you committed,” Mom snapped. “Which one?”
That shut Annie up faster than I’d ever seen, and off she went to her room. When she was gone, Mom released the sob she’d been holding in as I awkwardly sat across the room, having just witnessed the whole thing. I felt bad, but was glad to see her stand her ground. Although I half expected Annie to run away that night. Or worse. Ended up barricading my bedroom door and kept a grip around the knife under my pillow as I slept.
But the days passed without incident. Annie went to school, walked home, did homework, ate dinner, went to bed. It was unnerving, and I told Harden as much. I’d been seeing her more frequently as the end of the school year drew nearer. Harden, of course, couldn’t talk to me about her sessions with Annie, but she did indulge me on the topic. I went off about how Annie was a monster, and how the world would be better off without her in it. I was surprised when Harden stopped me and explained that I’d had my sister all wrong. How I’d vilified her for so long that I’d stopped seeing her as a person. This frustrated me.
“I’m not telling you that you’re wrong to feel the way you feel about her,” she reassured me. “What I am telling you is that you should try to understand who she really is. Right now, you see her as this…tornado. Just traveling along from town to town, destroying everything in her path for no reason. But I promise you, there is a reason for everything your sister does.”
“Like what?” I muttered.
“Well. Control, mainly. It’s what caused her to act out,” she emphasized with a wave of her hand. I could feel mine throb. “Annie needs to be in control of not just her own life, but everyone in it. And now, maybe for the first time ever, she’s losing a lot of that control. Anything can happen, and that scares her.”
I rejected this. “That’s true for all of us, and most people don’t do what she does.”
Harden gave a nod. “We’re all trying to figure out how to navigate through life. Your sister included. Not all of us were given the proper tools to do so.”
I thought about that for a moment. “Did something happen to her?” I pressed. Harden stared at me sadly, silently declining to answer. “Well what does she want then?”
Harden shrugged. “These are thing you have to ask her. I think you two are long overdue for a conversation. You should really consider doing that soon. Especially if this surgery you mentioned does what it’s supposed to do,” she added with a hint of sarcasm.
I wasn’t sure I was ready for that conversation. If there was more to Annie, I had definitely never seen it. But I knew Harden was right. I was tired of being afraid of her. Of avoiding her in the halls, and at home. Tired of my entire life feeling like it revolved around her. I just wanted to live a normal life. With friends, girlfriends, birthdays, family parties, sleep. I felt like I couldn’t have any of that.
As we reached the last day of school, and the eve of Annie’s surgery, I’d reached the point where I could no longer put off the conversation I was supposed to have with her. I knocked on her door after an uncomfortably silent dinner.
“What?” she muttered.
There was a lump in my throat. “Can I come in?” I had to ask twice because it had barely come out the first time. She opened her door just enough for her body to squeeze through. “What?” she repeated.
“Can we talk?”
She paused, then moved out of the way, allowing me to enter. I’d only been in her room a handful of times since we were kids. It looked exactly the same now as it did back then. The walls were still pink, her old dolls still sitting high on the shelf, and her closet doorframe still had our childhood heights etched into the wood, something Papa used to do with us each time he’d visit. From here, Annie looked like a normal girl. I stood close to her door as she dropped herself onto the bed and looked up at me curiously. I was sweating. My hand, pulsating. I heaved a heavy sigh and decided the best way to do this was to just come right out with what I wanted to say.
“I want to understand you better.”
She didn’t blink. “I don’t think you do.”
“I do. I want to know what it’s like to be you. What goes on in your head. What you’re thinking. Why you do the things you do.”
“I don’t know,” she explained.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Because I don’t understand myself either,” she said with more force. “You treat me like I’m an experiment, and I don’t appreciate it.”
“Annie, you’re about to get a fucking chip put into your brain,” I said shakily. She shook her head, and so did I. Talking to her could sometimes make you feel like you were the one who was crazy.
I continued. “You know you hurt people. I know you know that. Do you ever feel bad about it?”
“Of course I do,” she said.
It was clear I wasn’t going to get any truth out of her. “I don’t think you do. I think you hate people. I think you hate yourself. That you’re different. So you hurt people. Am I wrong? Do you even love Mom? Or me? Or do you hate us too?”
She looked at me like I was missing something obvious. She got up off the bed and approached me, stopping just a foot away.
“I don’t ‘anything’ you. I don’t ‘anything’ anyone.”
It was probably the most honest thing she’d ever said to me. In the moment, it made my skin crawl. It wasn’t until later that I realized how sad of an admission this was.
———
When Mom and Annie left for Boston early that Friday morning, I’d said nothing to her. Despite my doubts in Dr. McKinnon’s device, part of me was still hoping to receive a brand new Annie. With summer vacation now started and the house to myself for the weekend, I’d slept most of my time away, as though catching up on all the sleep lost throughout my life. I had no idea what to do with myself when I was awake. I’d watch TV, pace, eat, lie on the floor. By weekend’s end, I’d become so bored and anxious that I did something unexpected: I went into Annie’s room. Sat right on her bed where some clothes had been left strewn, nervous that she’d somehow figure out I’d been in there. I thought again about who exactly would be walking through the door when they got back the following morning. It kept me up that night. After a few short hours of sleep, I woke early, made coffee (that I don’t even drink), paced some more, and then waited in the same seat my Papa always sat in, staring at the front door as I mentally prepared myself for its opening. By that point, my mind had already been left to wander too far from reality. I’d imagined Annie bursting through to give me a hug and tell me through sobs that she was sorry for everything she’d done. It had occurred to me in that moment that we’d never actually hugged before, not that I could remember. When the daydream ended, I hated myself for letting her manipulate me when she wasn’t even around.
I heard car doors slam shut. My stomach sank. A few moments later, the front door opened and they entered as casually as if they’d run to the store.
“Oh hi, hun,” Mom beamed. “Didn’t expect to see you there.” She dropped her bags to give me a hug and kiss, and then added, “Annie, come say hi to your brother.” I wanted to puke. I could hardly bring myself to look at her. She was still standing by the door, looking bashful.
“Hi,” she mustered. She was rubbing up and down her arm, looking more uncomfortable than I was.
“Hi,” I replied. I finally looked her in the eyes. They looked different. A small patch of her head had been shaved, and I could see the end of the stitches running down her scalp to the edge of her forehead.
Mom sighed at our silence and started rummaging through kitchen cabinets. “Well, I know it’s lunch time, but I’m making breakfast. Anyone hungry?”
“Can I go take a shower, Mom?” Annie wondered.
“Of course, baby. Just be careful, you can’t wet your head yet, okay?” Annie nodded and quietly disappeared upstairs. Mom waited until she was long gone and then hovered beside me as bacon sizzled on the stove. “They said it could take a while to kick in,” she whispered excitedly. “But I think it’s already working!”
I remained silent as she continued with the eggs and bacon. “Where’s that knife?” she suddenly exclaimed, staring at the wooden block on the counter. The biggest slot was still empty. I wasn’t planning on putting it back just yet; despite my mother’s optimism, I was going to need to see a lot more.
I wouldn’t see much in the weeks following. Annie spent most of the time asleep, an expected side-effect. She was pleasant but quiet at dinner, uttering ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ but not much else. I’d been trying to enjoy summer break as much as I could, shooting pucks out in the driveway, riding my bike around neighboring towns, and even saw a movie with my friend from school. My deal with Mom was that I’d stay home during the day while she was at work, in case Annie needed anything. I wasn’t thrilled about being left alone with her, but I hardly saw much of her at first. Just a couple quick greetings in the hallway, nothing more. Mom was frequently calling to check in but there hadn’t been any issues. Until I shot awake to the booming sound of things crashing against the walls. I ran out into the hall and stood outside Annie’s door, listening as more things got slammed on the other side. She was throwing an absolute tantrum. I was about to enter but thought better of it. Then, as soon as it had begun, it was over. Silence. When I called Mom to tell her what happened, she told me that these kind of outbursts were expected. ‘Emotional fallout’, Dr. McKinnon had told her. I wish someone had told me.
Going forward, I was hyper vigilant. Thought I’d heard Annie through the walls one day, talking to herself. I pressed my ear against it but struggled to make anything out. This would happen again and again, day after day, this very faint whisper among the sound of gasps and coughs. And each day it got louder. So I stood outside her door again, lost in the white noise of the fans and air conditioners buzzing in the distance, Annie’s mumbling creeping from under her door. I wanted nothing to do with her, and yet I was curious. So I knocked. There was a pause.
“Come in,” her little voice called. She was wrapped in her sheets, in the dead summer heat, with only her face poking out. “Hi,” she whispered as I stepped in. I stood right by the door, just as I had the last time she let me in.
“Are you okay?” I asked half-heartedly.
Her face immediately scrunched up in a way I’d never seen it. “No,” she squealed as she shook her head and started to cry. I tried not to show how good it made me feel, to see her suffer. She got louder, so I approached the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stood awkwardly over her.
“I don’t like this!” she choked through sobs and sniffles. “I don’t like it… I don’t like it…”
She reached for my hand and kept repeating herself. I was stunned. “It’s okay,” I said, but didn’t really mean. As I sat there holding her hand for a while, uttering fake assurances, not really caring, I wondered if the way I felt in that moment was the way she’d always felt. If so, I didn’t envy her.
Later that night, it was Annie who knocked on my door. She slipped in like a cat, crawling up onto my bed and sitting there with her legs crossed. It was fairly muggy but she was still in a hoodie and sweatpants.
“Sorry about earlier,” she said.
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. I know you hate me. You don’t have to act like you don’t. I just wanted to tell you that you were right. I hate myself, too. And I was jealous of everyone. You asked what it was like to be me,” she began. My ears perked. “It’s like…being a ghost. Floating around. Lost. You don’t remember who you are or what it was like to be alive. You just exist. And nobody even knows you’re there. And when they do see you, they get scared. They don’t want you around. So you stay in the background and watch everyone live their lives. It’s not fair. So you mess with them. For attention. Because you’re bored. Beyond bored. Because for just one second, their screams make you feel like you’re real. You chase that feeling.”
I was blown away, unsure how to respond. I just sat up against my headboard in awe. The knife under my pillow was showing for a second before I shuffled to cover it. “Wow. I wish you could’ve told me that a long time ago. But I don’t hate you, Annie. I’m afraid of you.”
This hit her in the gut. She wrinkled her face and I worried she was going to cry again. Instead, she took a deep breath and smiled, like a switch had been flipped. “Can I throw you a birthday party?” she suddenly blurted.
I was confused. “My birthday’s in two months.”
“I know but…can I do it anyway? I want to do something nice for you. Please?”
I had no idea what to think of this, or of her. But she was staring at me wide-eyed and hopeful. “Okay,” I said, annoyed. She clapped her hands and thanked me with a giant grin on her face.
Later that afternoon, Mom took Annie shopping for decorations and a cake, which felt ridiculous to me. When they returned, they kicked me out of the house for a while so they decorate. I took a long walk around the neighborhood, even stopped at a park to watch a little league baseball game. I’d never played before and was kind of wishing I had. When I got home, I was amazed at what the girls had done. The entire kitchen and living room were lit in a multicolored glow, with lava lamps, strobe lights, and glow sticks all around the room. There was a “Happy Birthday” sign hanging on the center wall, and on the table below was my cake, chocolate with vanilla frosting, already lit with a number sixteen candle. They started singing, and then laughing at how stupid this all was. Annie couldn’t stop. She laughed so hard it almost made her look crazy. Though I wanted no part of this, I put on a face, for my mother. For the first time in our lives, we were going to have a good night together, and I wanted to give her that. We had some awkward chit chat, and even more awkward reminiscing, as Mom told stories of past birthday parties. She’d left out the parts where Annie had found ways to ruin them.
After having cake, Annie ran up to her room real quick and came back down with a small present, wrapped and topped with a bow, handing it to me without a word. It surprised me, but not nearly as much as what was inside. In the little box was a very familiar pin. Papa’s medal. All those years I thought I had lost it, and she fucking took it. I was overcome with a range of emotion and wasn’t sure which was going to come out. The look on my mother’s face said it all, as she was silently begging me not to react negatively. Annie was waiting tentatively. Part of me was ready to yell at her, but when I took the pin out and held it in my hand, the rage went away. I was just so happy to have it. I gave her my best thanks, and she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around me in this long, quiet embrace. Mom watched on with her hands covering the wave of emotion that had hit her. When we settled, we ate more cake and finished the night playing some inappropriate game Annie had convinced Mom to buy. I couldn’t take my eye off my sister. I wanted to catch her in an unsuspecting moment, just to see if the mask would show itself. When her attitude suddenly shifted to a somber state, I couldn’t tell if it was due to my watchful eye or if it was just another instance of emotional fallout.
I’d heard Annie again that night, quietly crying herself to sleep. In fact, I’d been hearing it almost every night. It was becoming less enjoyable. I thought about how if any of this was real then it meant she’d been in a lot of pain for quite some time now. When I realized I was starting to feel bad, I caught myself. I couldn’t let her fool me. And she wasn’t going to give up trying. She’d asked me what else she could do to fix our relationship, and I admitted to her that, even if her surgery had worked, it was hard for me to separate who she was now from who she was before. She understood. The very next day, she dyed blonde streaks into her hair.
As the summer wound down, I hung out with her a little more. Movies on the couch, midnight conversations in our rooms. I tried to limit it. But she was like a puppy, following me around for attention. For all the questions I used to have for her, she’d had that many more for me. Simple things, like my favorite food, or who I’d had a crush on. She even joked about how she’d probably once known this information but didn’t care enough to remember it. I was starting to get tired of playing along. So I put her on the spot and asked about the nightly crying. She seemed hesitant at first but then explained that she can never fall asleep anymore because images of all the pain she’s caused keep her up at night. She said every time she thought she’d remembered everything, something new would pop up. I nearly rolled my eyes. But that small sliver of hope in the back of my mind made me tell her that if it were ever truly bad enough, she could just knock on the wall three times and I’d come to her room and sit with her. She thanked me with another long hug, and I’d hoped to not deal with it any time soon.
She knocked that very night.
On the final week of the summer, my one friend invited me to go to his family’s lake house. Mom wasn’t sure she wanted to leave Annie home alone yet, but both Annie and I assured her she was fine by this point. I guilted Mom over how I’d hardly done anything that summer, and that worked. I was gone for five days of jet skis, hot dogs, and fireworks. I’d told my friend everything that had happened that summer, probably more than I should have. “I should’ve invited her too,” he’d joked. I told him if he had, he’d probably have “accidentally drowned” by now.
When the week ended, they dropped me back home. It was mid-day and Mom would’ve already been at work. I couldn’t imagine how often she’d checked in on Annie. But when I got inside, she was nowhere to be found. I called out, but nothing. I checked upstairs, even opened her door to see if she was asleep. Still nothing. Then I heard this strange buzzing sound coming from downstairs. I followed it to the basement door. It was locked. I banged on it and called Annie’s name. The buzzing continued. Then I heard this painful, horrific scream. I started punching the door repeatedly, shouting. I didn’t know what to do. I kicked the doorknob, over and over until the door cracked at the hinge. When I got it open, I skipped down the stairs and rounded the corner to see Annie with her head on dad’s workbench. She was holding one of the power drills, with the drill inside her head where the scar had been unstitched, right above where the chip had been placed inside her skull. Blood was spattered everywhere.
“I want to go back!” she shrieked. “I want to go back!”
———
Annie was rushed to the hospital, where she stayed for a while. She hadn’t punctured too far, but they wanted to keep an eye on her. When she was released, Mom brought her right back to Dr. McKinnon, who was in awe over what his patient had done. He almost seemed proud as he tried to spin the incident as good news, that at least the device was clearly working. Mom wasn’t so thrilled. She was hoping for a way to lessen its affects on her poor daughter, to which he could only offer medication. Much like her previous doctor had said, McKinnon explained that Annie needed more time. That she wasn’t just learning how to live with those around her, but with herself as well. He reminded us that she was feeling her entire life’s worth of guilt and shame, and said that the best thing we could do for her now was to help her heal. And maybe keep a closer watch in the meantime.
When we got home, Mom found Annie another therapist and transferred her to a new school. Annie was going to go to St. John’s Prep after all. Mom wanted to keep her as happy as possible and figured a fresh start was in order. This, in addition to the medication, calmed Annie down a bit as we got ready for the new school year. I hung out in her room with her through the final days of summer break, just to keep watch. I was told not to talk about the incident, but Annie was the one who brought it up. She’d suddenly asked me how I live with my remorse. I didn’t know how to answer that, it seemed like something for her new therapist. But I told her the best thing she could do was to learn from it. To just be better today than she was yesterday. It was corny and not nearly enough. But she thanked me anyway. Then she asked me if I loved her.
“Not yet,” I said honestly. “But I’d like to someday.” And I meant it.
She hugged me anyway and said, “I’d like that too.” She was happy enough to leave it at that.
On the morning of the first day of school, Mom and Annie were up and moving pretty early, which meant I, too, was awake. St. John’s started earlier than my high school, so they were ready to head out the door before I’d even had breakfast. Mom grabbed her keys off the table and kissed me as I crunched cereal. Annie was standing by the door in her new uniform.
“Don’t forget to lock the door, okay?” Mom said to me. “Have a good first day. Hey—the knife showed up!” She paused at the sight of it. I’d finally put it back into the block that morning.
“It was in the drawer,” I lied. Mom laughed it off and said bye. I looked up to wish Annie good luck but she’d already had her eye on me. I worried that she could tell I was lying, or that she’d seen the knife in my room that day. But she was smiling. She said bye, and the two of them walked out. In that moment, I was actually happy for my sister, and for her new friends who’d have no idea who she used to be. None of that mattered anymore. Annie was a normal girl about to live a normal life. And I was going to live mine.
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2020.11.27 14:43 imprelife Trying to build a pc this weekend for blackfriday/cyber monday

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
I will be playing some light games on it, like LoL, Genshin Impact, and world of warcraft.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
800? maybe up to 1000
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
This weekend probably ordering the parts
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
ToweOS? (I have a keyboard, monitor and mouse already.)
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
Boston MA, microcenter 8 minutes from me
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
The monitor is a samsung monitor.
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Probably not, unsure what this is at this point
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
nothing specific
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
no preference
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
Yes to needing it, standard windows? (not sure what the difference is)
Extra info or particulars:
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2020.11.27 11:04 BryanM_Crypto Live Video AMA with Our COO Eric Anziani and Igor Mikhalev, Expert Principal at Boston Consulting Group (DigitalBCG); on Crypto.com Official YouTube & Twitter

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2020.11.27 04:13 YoungYeungYung Finally getting time to build! First Time Building PC - Gaming/Work - $1,200 Budget

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
Using for work at home (Utilizing programs like Visage/Agfa Impax - downloading and uploading DICOM and other image files) as well as for gaming (League, Warzone, and Steam party games).
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
Ideally around $1,200
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
Within a month.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
Tower + Everything inside (cpu, motherboard, gpu, memory, storage, psu, fan, etc.)
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
Boston, MA. I have access to one in Cambridge.
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
My roommate lent me a "Dell UltraSharp 34 Curved Ultrawide Monitor: U3415W". I plan on using a standard HP keyboard and getting a Logitech G203 mouse.
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
No
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
Getting as much storage as possible would be great. Large SSD to handle game installs, and large HDD for work data files. Would like a pretty smooth online gaming performance. May do an Mac OS/ Windows bootcamp. Including a WIFI card would be fantastic.
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
A mid-size tower with a view inside. My friend suggested the White NZXT H510 ATX Mid Tower Case, so may want to build around that! Ideally a simple black/white theme, maybe RBG option on one piece maybe the fan?
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
I do not need Windows.
Extra info or particulars:
Will eventually have to change monitors but will look for one with USB-c ports in it. Looking to build a keyboard in the future. Thank you!
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2020.11.27 01:50 puppymamaplz Best Boston insurance?

I was leaning toward Trupanion, but it seems like the most expensive. Healthy Paws looked great with my employer discount until I saw there are limits on hip dysplasia and I know that can be a problem for Boston’s.
I know a lot of folks are anti insurance but I already decided I want it - I just need to figure out which one.
Also, dumb question but — if I am getting the puppy in a month (pickup date planned, puppy reserved all of that), could I start the insurance now so the 30 days would go into effect when I get it?
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2020.11.26 23:13 Crustypop Pedaling Away From My Bullsh*t

I wanted to post this under the Thanksgiving gratitude thread but I realized I had too much to share. After just two months, I wanted to express my gratitude to the Peloton community for helping to pull me out of one of the darker periods of depression in a long time.
My life looked so much different last year. Despite struggling with anxiety & depression in my 20s, I had built up the kind of life that was so full there wasn’t room or even time for mental health lows. I traveled extensively for work, opening restaurants in NYC, Boston, Chicago etc. I did two major European trips, the first was my honeymoon where I mapped out an adventure from Venice, Italy to Slovenia, to Croatia and then ferry to Italy again, ending in Rome. The second to Germany & Austria for the Christmas marts with my husbands family.
I also was 7 years in to playing roller derby and despite a knee injury was still enjoying coaching & being on skates with no-contact 3 nights a week and sometimes coaching games on the weekends and/or attending leadership meetings. Somehow still finding time for camping, wine country and adventures with friends & family in between all this. It was a full, if not crazy life.
I started a new gig at the beginning of 2020 within a new industry. It was startup with so much potential. The future was bright. I’m sure you know how the rest of this story goes but everything changed in 3 months. I found myself inside my 1 bedroom apartment, the size of which was never a concern as both my husband and I were never home much, on the couch and everything came to a halt.
As a fixer personality, I started quarantine with checklists, project plans, zoom dates, walks but depression is relentless and eventually it just pulls you into the quicksand until you give up. I lost all motivation to do anything. My back & knee began to hurt again from a lack of stretching & movement and to top it off, I keep berating myself because at least I wasn’t alone, at least I had food and a roof over my head.
I hadn’t been this low since I had lost my job and was living in my car 13 years ago and what’s worse is I didn’t think I had a right to be. I had worked hard to build the life I had now. It was finally when I realized a few things that things started to change. 1. It’s ok to not be ok. 2. Your life has dramatically changed in a year & it’s ok to grieve that or take some time processing how to find joy in a new environment. 3. Depression doesn’t care if you’re homeless or if you live in a big, nice house.
Once I accepted some of these things, relaxed the pressure I was putting on myself, that’s when I found Peloton and have been on an uphill climb since. I know this story isn’t unique but I’m so grateful for this thing where I clip in, tune out the world and pump up some endorphins. I set small 1% improvement goals for myself and can already feel the difference in two months.
I’ve been wanting to share how I’ve been feeling and felt like this was the space to do so since Peloton has been such a big part of feeling like myself again. Hope it was ok to do and Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Also if you’re beginning too and want a ride partner HMU! Soyrizo
TL:DR - Depression was a mf’kr this year and Peloton has been a big part of my feeling motivated and content again during crazy times.
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2020.11.26 20:05 LevyMevy All google results for "celebrity net worth" are GUESSES. They don't mean anything!

Ya'll. Listen. Stop googling "Kim Kardashian net worth" and taking the first number you see as gospel truth. None of them are reliable. None of them are true. They are GUESSES.
We have absolutely no idea how much celebrities get paid for endorsement deals (unless the celeb or the brand release official numbers, how much they get paid for appearances, no idea what their inheritance looks like, no idea how their stocks are doing, no idea which investment properties they've bought.
All results for "celebrity net worth" are MADE UP. And if you don't believe me, here's a NYTimes interview where people who own those websites admit they don't actually know anything! They come up with somewhat believable numbers and then put a bunch of advertisements on the webpage and rake in the dough. Multiple celebrities have said that the numbers are actually way off from the reality. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/19/style/richest-celebrities-in-hollywood.html
There's a reason why the Kardashians are always dating NBA players. Athletes' contracts are public knowledge and NBA players are among the highest paid athletes in the world. Tristan Thompson has legitimately earned $100,000,000 in his NBA career. But the google results that say Khloe is worth $40 million? THEY'RE MADE UP.
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2020.11.26 08:00 TAMExSTRANGE69 Week 13 Match-up Preview Thread: Boston College Eagles vs. Louisville Cardinals

Boston College vs. Louisville
When: Saturday, November, 28, 04:00 PM Eastern
Where: Alumni Stadium (Chestnut Hill, MA) - Chestnut Hill, MA
Watch: ACC Network
Odds: Boston College by 1.0 pts.
Total Points: 55.0
All-Time Series : Boston College vs. Louisville
Boston College and Louisville have met 12 times since 10/18/1986.
These teams last met 417 days ago on 10/05/2019.
Series Wins: Boston College 5-0-7 Louisville
Longest streak of continuous meetings: 6 (2014-2019).
Louisville has won the most recent meeting (2019) in this series.
Last 6 Meetings
Winner Date Location Boston College Louisville Notes
Louisville 2019-10-05 Louisville, KY 39 41
Boston College 2018-10-13 Chestnut Hill, MA 38 20
Boston College 2017-10-14 Louisville, KY 45 42
Louisville 2016-11-05 Chestnut Hill, MA 7 52
Louisville 2015-10-24 Louisville, KY 14 17
Louisville 2014-11-08 Chestnut Hill, MA 19 38
Series Comparison Data via Winsipedia
Through Week 12
Week Boston College 5-4(4-3) Result Louisville 3-6(2-5) Result
1 BYE N/A BYE N/A
2 BYE N/A WKU 4-6(3-3) W 35-21
3 Duke 2-6(1-5) W 26-6 Miami#10 7-1(6-1) L 34-47
4 Texas State 2-9(2-5) W 24-21 Pittsburgh 5-4(4-3) L 20-23
5 North Carolina#25 6-2(6-2) L 22-26 BYE N/A
6 Pittsburgh 5-4(4-3) W 31-30 Georgia Tech 2-5(2-3) L 27-46
7 Virginia Tech 4-5(4-4) L 14-40 Notre Dame#2 8-0(0-0) L 7-12
8 Georgia Tech 2-5(2-3) W 48-27 Florida State 2-6(1-5) W 48-16
9 Clemson#4 7-1(6-0) L 28-34 Virginia Tech 4-5(4-4) L 35-42
10 Syracuse 1-8(1-7) W 16-13 BYE N/A
11 Notre Dame#2 8-0(0-0) L 31-45 Virginia 4-4(3-4) L 17-31
12 BYE N/A Syracuse 1-8(1-7) W 30-0
All rankings reflect the current /cfb poll
Boston College Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-25 20:00:04
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Mike Palmer DB Ques Sat – Hamstring Sat, Nov 21 Palmer sat out the previous game with a hamstring injury, and it is up in the air if he will be active Saturday versus Louisville.
Zay Flowers WR Ques Sat – Shoulder Sat, Nov 21 Flowers left the last game with an injured shoulder, and it is unclear if he will face Louisville on Saturday.
Phil Jurkovec QB Ques Sat – Shoulder Sat, Nov 21 Jurkovec left the last game with a separated shoulder, and it remains to be seen if he will line up against Louisville on Saturday.
Bryce Morais DL Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Morais has sat out the previous four games due to an unannounced injury, and it has yet to be established if he will face Louisville on Saturday.
Pat Garwo III RB Early Dec – Undisclosed Fri, Nov 20 Garwo III is expected to be out until at least the start of December after having surgery to fix an unspecified injury.
Maximilian Roberts DE Ques Sat – Poss. Suspension Sat, Nov 21 Roberts is facing a potential suspension for making contact with an official in the previous game, and it is unclear if he will be permitted to face Louisville on Saturday.
Izaiah Henderson DL Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Henderson has been out of commission due to an unspecified issue, and it is unclear when he will return.
Vinny Depalma LB Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Oct 18 DePalma has been sidelined with an unspecified injury, and it remains to be seen when he will take the field.
Tito Pasqualoni LS Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Pasqualoni has been sitting out due to an unlisted injury, and it is uncertain when he will return to action.
Ethon Williams WR Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Williams has been sidelined due to an injury to an unannounced area, and it is undetermined when he will return to the fold.
Hans Lillia TE Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Lillia has been absent from the lineup with an unknown injury, and it remains to be seen when he will draw back into the lineup.
Justin Bellido WR Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Bellido has been sidelined with an injury to an unlisted area, and it is up in the air when he will return to the field.
Connor Grieco DB Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Oct 18 Grieco has been sitting out with an unspecified injury, and it is undetermined when he will make his season debut.
Joey Luchetti TE Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sun, Oct 18 Luchetti has yet to play this season due to an unspecified ailment, and it has yet to be established when he will return to action.
Kobay White WR Out For Season – Knee Wed, Sep 23 White is sidelined due to a knee ailment and is expected to miss the remainder of the season.
Jio Holmes DB Out Indefinitely – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 7 Holmes has been unavailable due to an unlisted injury, and it is unknown when he will return to the lineup.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
Louisville Injury Report
Data Scraped: 2020-11-25 20:00:04
Player Position Status Reported Notes
Thurman Geathers LB Out For Season – Personal Mon, Nov 2 Geathers has opted-out of the remainder of the 2020 season due to a personal decision.
Javian Hawkins RB Out For Season – Personal Mon, Nov 16 Hawkins has decided to opt-out of the remainder of the season and prepare for the upcoming NFL Draft.
Marshon Ford TE Ques Sat – Undisclosed Sat, Nov 21 Ford missed the previous game due to an unspecified injury, and it is uncertain if he will play Saturday against Boston College.
Injury data lifted from: boydsbets.com
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2020.11.26 04:32 billdb [Nov 27-Dec 2] ACC Basketball Games, Predictions and Results

ACC Men's Basketball

Below is every ACC men's basketball game for the upcoming "week" (Thursday-Wednesday). I'll select 8-10 games to make predictions for, just pick the winners of these games and I'll post the results in the following week's thread! Keep track of your record and see how you fare as the season progresses!
These threads are posted every Thursday-ish (sometimes late Wednesday).
NOTE: Please do not edit your predictions comment after the first game begins.
Predict These Games
Date/Time (ET) Away at Home TV
Sat at 8:00 PM Notre Dame at #13 Michigan State B10
Sun at 8:00 PM South Florida vs Virginia Tech ESPN2
Mon at 6:00 PM St John's vs Boston College ESPNU
Mon at 7:00 PM #16 North Carolina vs UNLV ESPN2
Mon at 7:00 PM William & Mary at NC State ACCN
Tue at 4:00 PM St Francis PA at #4 Virginia ACCN
Tue at 6:00 PM Western Kentucky at Louisville ACCN
Tue at 7:30 PM #13 Michigan State at #9 Duke ESPN
Rest of the Games
Date/Time (ET) Away at Home TV
Fri at 11:30 AM #4 Virginia vs San Francisco ESPN
Fri at 3:00 PM Bryant at Syracuse ACCN
Fri at 3:00 PM Gardner-Webb at #21 Florida State ACCN-X
Fri at 4:00 PM Seton Hall at Louisville ESPN2
Fri at 5:30 PM North Florida at NC State ACCN-X
Fri at 7:00 PM Longwood at Wake Forest ACCN
Fri at 8:00 PM Mercer at Georgia Tech ACCN-X
Sat at 1:00 PM Drexel at Pittsburgh ACCN-X
Sat at 2:00 PM Coppin State at #9 Duke ACCN-X
Sat at 8:00 PM Virginia Tech vs Temple ESPNEWS
Sun at 6:00 PM North Florida at Miami ACCN
Sun at 6:00 PM Prairie View A&M at Louisville ACCN-X
Wed at 4:00 PM Troy at Wake Forest ACCN
Wed at 6:00 PM South Carolina State at Clemson ACCN
Wed at 7:00 PM Western Michigan at Notre Dame ACCN-X
Wed at 8:00 PM North Florida at #21 Florida State ACCN
Note: Games are not updated after posting. Therefore, rankings may not remain accurate, and games may be postponed or cancelled due to COVID-19. Tables are best viewed at old.reddit.com/acc.
How To Watch: ABC, ESPN, and ACCN games can be viewed on ESPN.com/Watch. Aren't subscribed or can't find a game? Try /NCAABBallStreams!
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2020.11.26 03:52 TheBigE442 Looking to game with friends during the pandemic

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
Looking to mainly play games online with friends, and do basic school work in Microsoft office. Speficic games would be Escape from Tarkov, Rust, Cyberpunk 2077, Minecraft, Borderlands, and future titles.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
$1600
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
December to January.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
Tower, Monitor.
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
United States, Boston. I have access to a Microcenter.
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
HyperX Cloud Alpha Headset, Corsair K55 keyboard, Corsair M65 pro mouse.
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
Possibly later on down the line if I need to.
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
N/A
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
N/A
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
I do not need a copy of windows.
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