greenmangostudio

So I decided to stop for gas after work, rush hour and didn't think to keep my windows rolled up. While on my way I was listening to some ludacris and move bitch came on, it was right to the point where he says move bitch get out the way when I turned on the car. My car has the Bluetooth lag a bit before it connects to my phone and I have the windows down because it was hot as balls out, as I start the car this older lady is walking past the front of my car but for some reason she is more busy with her phone, and boom all you hear is the song. I didn't even have it loud but with the window down and the Devine quiet that decided to happen at that gas station and the echo camber that happened, I sat there like a stunned deer in headlights then it happened she looked at me just deadpan face and to her credit she did move a little quicker but damit it was done I turned it down and drove away before anyone else seen me look like DJ jerk... To the lady I'm sorry, to everyone else...

I (22M) totally messed up at my best friend's (23F) birthday party. So, for a little context: i met my best friend when we were 3 years old, we met at a ballet class and since then we've been inseparable. She's like my sister and i always try my best to support her and be there for her. But, there's a major problem between us: how we live completely different lives socially. I'm autistic so it's very difficult for me to communicate with others, many dislike some characteristics that they may find annoying like my info dumping about special interests or not making eye contact (not blaming others, everyone can hang out with whoever they want and I'm ok with that). It's specially difficult for me to bond with others and maintain a good friendship, so she's my only long relationship (aside from my family). I only have other two friends who i care about deeply, while she's a social butterfly and can befriend basically anyone (thing i adore about her)....

I’ve been scared to go to the dentist for years. It’s not really a natural phobia, but I’ve been afraid since I was a teen. I finally got up the courage to go today and it was a shit show. I don’t know what I expected, but it was so much worse. The hygienist came in and poked around and my gums were immediately bleeding. She asked how long it had been since I was to the dentist and I said “a while”. She smirked and agreed “yeah” that it had been a while. So embarrassing. Anyway, to get down to it, I have a mouth full of cavities. 14 to be exact. I’m absolutely devastated and don’t know where to go from here. I need substantial work and even a couple root canals to heal from my negligence. TL;DR I didn’t go to the dentist for 11 years and have so many cavities. Go to the dentist.

Obligatory didn't happen today. So I was leaving my apartment for what I thought would be 4-5 days max due to a minor finger surgery (I was going to stay with my relatives because I knew I'd need support). Before going out, I looked at the trash bag ready for takeout in the main corridor, and decided I'll take that out when I'm back. Well the surgery didn't go as routine as expected, and long story short, I was gone for almost three weeks. In the middle of a heatwave. Cue to me coming back after three weeks, not expecting anything bad. It was already evening and dark. I came back, went straight to the living room, put down my bag... And noticed a fly. Okay, no biggie. I slapped that one. Then I saw another. At this point, I look closer at the glass door leading outside... To see at least 5 more right in front of me. I thought it's weird, but it still didn't click. I notice that the door is somewhat a LOT more dirty than I remembered, which I ...

So lately, I've gotten into light baking. Nothing crazy just cookies and loaves. We've had a surpluss of carrots, so I decided to make carrot cake bread loaf thing. The first batch was great. Between my wife and our two housemates, it disappeared quickly. I decided to make another batch last night, but this time, with freshly made cannabis infused butter. Nothing too crazy strong but infused nonetheless. I told one of my housemates about it, though I didn't see their partner at all so didn't get the chance to tell them. When I got up thing morning there was a sizable chunk missing. Like four times as much as I had ate the night before. My heart immediately sank. It's fine that it got eaten since I made it for everyone but it seemed a bit early for anyone to have some. I know my wife didn't, so I asked the housemate that I told about the cannabis if they had any. They did not. They also forgot I put cannabis in it and thanked me before they got a chance to sn...

It happened literally two hours ago. I'm still sitting in the office toilet, looking at my resignation letter and wondering if I should change my name and country of residence. A little context: my cat (his name is Lucifer, and he fully justifies his name) has started having digestive problems. The vet told me over the phone: "Listen, if he can't go to the toilet again, you'll have to give him a light tummy massage and... um, check for any lumps on his back. If anything, take a picture and send it to me on Telegram, and I'll tell you if everything's okay." Like a caring cat dad, I run home from work during my lunch break. Lucifer screams. I understand - it's time to act. I put my phone on the washing machine, turn on the flashlight, take the cat, and perform this procedure that is as humiliating for both of us as possible. I take a quick macro photo of the "problem area" under his tail to send to the doctor. And here my brain decided to...