Bro, as a woman in a “good state”, abortion rights (it’s not abortion rights, it’s bodily autonomy) did not survive. They are thinly-veiled and hanging on by a thread.
It took me 3 years, 5 doctors, and 2 ‘health care providers’ to be granted the right to sterilization and I was still asked “what if you meet a guy and HE wants a baby?!” multiple times. There were mental health councilors and board decisions. They insisted I would want more because I would meet the right man, even after having an abortion post-child. That was 12 years ago during the Obama administration in a dependable blue state. That shit is NOT sacrosanct and never was.
Fuck you for putting this in my brain.
Otherwise, I hope life is treating you well and you have a nice weekend.
But seriously, fuck you.
Have you met babies? They are eating, pooping, suicide machines.
In all fairness, due to the sheer size of Reddit the likelihood of a drunk expert-in-that-specific-thing that rejoices in oversharing their very specific knowledge is not 0%. Dude was desperate.
We know his perfect answer was probably buried 12 subcomments deep on a 6 year old hentai thread, though. Only written online as the result of said aforementioned expert butting into an argument about pillow exports or something. Out of reach. Forever lost to the vast expanse of the internet.
Anywho, sucks for that guy. He’s in prison now because his google search landed him in North Korea.
We picked up a 12 year old civic hatchback before Covid for 5k and it was in immaculate like-new condition, low miles. It got totaled right after our other car’s engine finally wore out. I then found a 10 year old Toyota for 16k. It was the lowest price in a 200-mile radius for cars/small trucks with under 150k miles on them that weren’t limping/totaled/savaged.
It was fucking flabbergasting.
Some fish have little “hairs” on their body that are very similar to the “hairs” humans have in their ears to detect sound. As part of a trial to regrow damaged “hairs” in people with noise-induced hearing loss (soldiers, factory workers, etc), we had to uh, induce some damage so there was a test subject for the drugs. Turns out, tooth brush heads work really well for transmitting high-frequency waves through small volumes of water. Also turns out that I was not cut out for trials requiring living things. It was rough on the psyche.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the initial purveyor of poo was a researcher, because they are always hauling weird shit around. I was once asked why I was carrying around 40 toothbrushes and when I responded with “for fish stuff”, the looks only turned more confused. I can only imagine being a well-traveled researcher trying to return through customs with my latest batch of study materials.
I guessed I’ve missed that so far. Who?
As opposed to what? Leaving people homeless so those greedy banks and landlords can’t get at their money? Yeah, that’ll show ‘em.
Just beware of changing interest rates. I banked with CIT for a while when interest rates were tanking pre-Covid and I watched my rates drop every month with no written notice (this is standard practice). Also take note that it may take a few more days to retrieve your money when compared to a local branch.
I finally gave up and moved my money “home” because their login and password updating processes were so cumbersome that I was constantly calling their help line and I became worried about my money getting trapped there.
If you don’t need the money for a while, maybe check out 6-12 month CDs.
I wonder if AI-assisted articles will eventually form a feedback loop where “slamming” becomes the only way to describe communication.
The CPUC did not respond to NBC Bay Area’s request for comment but has previously said the proposal is meant to enhance solar consumer protections and would only apply to future customers.
I would be thrilled to hear the mental gymnastics used to get from “enhanced solar consumer protections” to “pay us for the energy you produced”.
A friendly reminder: dust off the fan blades before you switch directions. I forgot to do this last week and dumped dust all over my bedspread right as I was about to get under it.
I’m an industrial project engineer and I’ve always referred to it as Professional Cat Herding. I get handed a goal (replace some piping, fix a tank, build a new thing, etc) and I have to get the operators input on what they need to run the system easily, I need the maintenance people’s input to make it easier to work on, I need the process owner’s input to make it optimized for production. All of these inputs will change a hundred times as there are always multiple crews/groups with different priorities and a lot of them oppose each other.
Once I have the design in place, I need to wrangle a group of laborers, a crane operator, the scaffold builders, the painters, the electricians, the inspectors and the parts so everyone and everything shows up at the same time to the party. That means meetings to make sure they know what the goal is, training completed to get them on site, lead times on parts sorted out, etc.
When everyone and everything finally shows up it’s mostly just running around like a maniac to make sure work goes smoothly with no injuries or major setbacks by ensuring everyone is communicating well with/through me. Halfway through there will be an internal request to change some aspect of the job and it’ll be on me to weigh the pros and cons of modifying a project mid-way through. These requests are denied 90% of the time, the rest cost a fortune to implement.
So ultimately, what it takes to do a good job is communication, patience, and attention to detail. For larger jobs that interrupt production or maintenance, a well-timed delivery of breakfast burritos helps as well.
A tired dog is a happy dog. I would recommend a VERY long walk or a trip to the dog park when you get home from work. Being kenneled all day and night with a brief respite while you are home and awake will lead to some serious pent-up energy, especially in puppies. We have two large dogs we’ve had since puppies and avoided rampant destruction by having a long yard for them to play in, but it requires us to be out there with them playing fetch and running them silly every day when we get home and again before bed. If we don’t, they just sit around outside begging to come in because ultimately they want to be around us.
I haven’t combined them directly, but I have taken both Sertraline and bupropion at different stages in my life. I agree that Sertraline eventually takes a toll on your libido, smothering it like a wet blanket over a fire. I can also attest to some people having an increase in anxiety with bupropion because that shit made me want to claw my skin off. I always felt like I was seconds away from exploding while I was on it. It’s difficult to describe. I stopped taking it after a few weeks because it made me an edgy mess.
To overcome the lack of libido on Sertraline I just “practiced” by trying to initiate intimacy with my partner (or myself), even when I didn’t feel like it, because eventually I could “get in the mood” and it became easier over time after reminding my body that it was, in fact, fun to have sex. I also noticed increasing my activity level by working out a few times a week helped quite a bit with increasing my libido.
Eventually after changing jobs, finding a good workout regimen, and reducing my alcohol intake, I was able to get off the Sertraline and my libido came back after a few weeks.
That’s just my experience though, I wish you the best of luck.
Maybe my eyesight is going but it looks like bubble wrap to me.
And global warming, and economic policy, and generally accepted medical practices, and immigration, and religious rights, and gun violence, and and and
In fact I’m usually quite shocked when anything comes out of their caucus that can loosely be interpreted as the truth.
Your username has been saved to be repeated at the end of the chorus, Decoy321. It will replay the entire time I’m perched on my ladder building this somehow neverending patio cover. You will rue the day in 3-6 years when I see you again in the comment section of a shitty meme. You. Will. Rue. The. Day.