greenmangostudio

TL;DR: I tried to print one spine label for a requested library book, failed several times, dragged coworkers into the mystery, and then discovered the printer was not plugged into the computer. Once we connected it, it printed every single failed attempt at once. I ended up with a long chain of labels with my name on them and a very humbled spirit. I work in circulation at a local library branch. My job involves a lot of processing incoming and outgoing items, handling patron requests, checking in materials from other branches, sending items out to other locations, and generally making sure books and other materials end up where they are supposed to go. Our library is part of a larger system with many branches, so we have a really useful system that allows patrons to request items from other branches if their home branch does not have them available. When those requested items arrive at our branch, we process them, print a slip or label for them, and place them on the holds shelf ...

Tifu by eating several cans of sour cream Pringles and drinking an entire bottle of wine. I have autism and that makes me really picky about food, so my diet is terrible. I’ve also run out of fiber supplements that I usually have every day, and I haven’t had any for weeks. Basically last night, I had more than 2 of those huge cans of sour cream Pringles and I also drank an entire bottle of wine, over the course of the night. Big mistake. I knew my stomach wasn’t doing well but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I sat on the toilet and it felt like a demon was being released. It was genuinely a mountain of hot, soft, green, shit. And it just kept coming. It hurt so badly. I had to flush THREE times during ONE shit (because I used so much toilet paper). And I had to wipe so much that it started making my chocolate starfish feel super raw and dry. At one point, it literally felt like someone was holding a flame to the inside of my asshole. I was shaking, hyperventilating, sweati...

So, girl came to my friend group bunch of months ago (summer 2025), the others told her of my foot fetish and so she always hides her feet around me (never seen her barefoot) while teasing me about it. I've complained once about her jabs, she said she just finds it funny and then escalated, despite promising shell stop. From her girls trip to Italy recently she did a bunch of socks half off pics with her heels exposed (her feet have always been censored on Instagram since before she knew of my fetish). Its insane having to cope with her irl mocking and then seeing her posts while wondering how she is barefoot (shes constantly barefoot around the others and she even did a close friends barefoot pic with a pedicure from Italy as Im told). Yeah I know it might be wrong that I find her pretty and still want this after everything she has said and done, but shes the one that wont leave it alone. So I dont see any reason why I should just back down and keep receiving this for months on ...

So , I basically don’t smoke weed often . It’s like once in a blue moon . I had not smoked it for quite a few months but my friends smoke pretty often . After my exams finished , I was quite free and relaxed so I smoked up a bit . I told my gf about it ,she was a bit upset cuz she doesn’t like me smoking . But then she was like it’s okay. Today she again asked me if I smoked today , I had smoked only two puffs . I knew she would get upset or mad over it , so I said I did not . She then pestered me and told me to swear on my mom . I then told her okay yeah I did smoke two puffs . Now she’s upset and mad at me , also not talking to me . Do you think I am at too much fault for saying a white lie like that ? TL;DR : I lied to my gf about smoking and then when I admitted , she is upset .

Obligatory this happened back in 2010. I was a socially awkward teenager. I had no plug and my botanical knowledge was close to zero. I spotted a plant that had these large, palm-shaped leaves. To my untrained and desperate teenage eyes, it looked exactly like weed I thought I had hit the jackpot. I didn't have to talk to anyone or spend any money. I harvested some of the plant material, went home, and prepared to have my first trip. I managed to roll it up and started smoking it. My Fuck Up It wasn't weed. It was Ricinus communis aka the Castor Bean plant. Castor seeds contain ricin. Ricin is a toxin so potent that a dose the size of a few grains of salt can kill a full grown man. It has no antidote. I only realized what I had done after my parents grilled me on why I had a toxic plant in my room. I spent the next few days in a state of absolute panic, waiting for my organs to fail. But I turned out to be the luckiest idiot on the planet. Ricin is a protein, and prote...

Really yesterday I was looking for something and came across a Fleshlight quick shot (clear and looks like an hole or lips depending on which side) that we’d used before and after I got the snip. I hadn’t used it in about two years, so I took it out to throw away—but then my work computer rang, so I set it down in the kitchen to take the call. Fast forward a couple of hours: my wife comes home from work, then my twins get dropped off by my mother-in-law, and it’s still sitting there. We’re all talking in the kitchen, and I spot it next to the kids’ lunch boxes, behind my mother-in-law’s back while she’s leaning against the counter. Then she and my wife switch spots, and they keep talking for 45 minutes—meanwhile, I’m dying inside. I fully expected my wife to say something last night, but she didn’t. Now I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop, because I’m definitely not bringing it up. TL:DR I left a sex toy out with my MIL over