greenmangostudio

I had a previous Reddit account, but deleted the app to reduce my screen time and now I can’t figure out my old password but wanted to share this. My boyfriend and I were cuddling discussing an upcoming trip he won, and I, being the attention whore I am, tried to start a tickle war while cuddling with my boyfriend, he tried to retaliate and almost immediately dug his thumb in like my upper sternum/ribcage area. Immediately burning pain shot through the entire right side of my chest. It is still aching. I couldn’t breathe properly for a good three minutes. I now have a dent where his thumb pressed into, and there’s an ache going through my chest into my back over the same area I know nothing about anatomy, but it lowkey feels like he managed to poke a lung or something. TLDR; tried to start a tickle fight and think I now have felt what it feels like to have God grab my lung.

Turned 21 not too long ago. Weed is legal in my current state, and I haven't had anything since what a family member let me have a few years ago on a singular occasion. That was a nice, though mostly sleep-filled, experience. About me: 5'2", 140lbs, visibly very small woman. This is important. Went to a smoke shop near where I had dinner on my 21st. Guy who was working the counter looked like a guy that definitely knew a thing or two. I told him this: "This is essentially my first time getting high. I turned 21 today." I then motioned to myself-- small. I know size matters for drinking, so I figured the same here, too. "What do you think I should have?" This guy points out two little bags. He tells me the number of grams he usually has (not revealing just yet for storytelling purposes), recommends me a considerably small number in comparison. The bags are said number, and they have two good sounding flavors! Baja Blast and Mango, yippee! I ski...

As the title says, really. During my crazy job search in this awful market, I finally got a response from a company that seems great to work for asking for a phone interview. When scheduling the call, apparently I typed one number of my phone number wrong by pressing the one next to it, and didn't realize until I hadn't gotten a phone call within 5-6 minutes of when it was scheduled to start, and I went to send an email confirming it was still happening. I realized and messaged right away, apologizing as profusely and professionally, as possible but ugh. FUCK. Back to LinkedIn hell it is. TL;DR: Missed a phone interview after finally hearing back from a company because I had a typo in my phone number and didn't realize until I went to confirm whether or not the meeting was still happening after not getting a call.

you can probably guess where this is going. so, i have a bit of a laundry obsession. my own laundry gets pretty clean with a high quality detergent, but my gf's laundry is just... nasty. it smells clean enough after being washed, but the odor rebloom is insane. i attribute it to the fact she has no idea how to do laundry, and that she wears a lot more synthetic fabrics than me. i've been washing it with detergent, using a booster (FEBU ftw!), and using a citric acid rinse at the end. it's not enough. well, r/laundry uses ammonia for their "spa day" treatment, so i pick up some of that from walmart to try. you may recognize ammonia as that compound in urine that makes it smell like, well, urine. it is also used as a cleaner, often scented lemon and dyed neon yellow. upon first pouring it into the drum (on top of clothes, after the drum has filled with water), it didn't smell too bad. like lemonade made with well hydrated piss instead of water, maybe. i t...

I need to get this off my chest because I think I just fucked up a 10-year friendship and I’m not sure how to handle it. We’ve been close since we were younger. He’s 37, married with three kids. For the last several years almost every time we talk he complains about their sex life. Same things over and over: she never wants it, they both work too much, she only gets in the mood on vacation, he’s tired of the drought. I used to just listen. But it wasn’t only his side of the story. Over the years a few of the women in our friend group mentioned things his wife had said to them. How he does almost nothing around the house. How the kids are mostly on her. How she’s exhausted all the time. Years ago there was even a quiet rumor that she’d told a couple people if he didn’t start stepping up she was done. Nothing dramatic ever came of it and everyone moved on, but it stuck with me. So when he kept complaining while never talking about helping more with the kids or the house, it started...

Pretty recent fuck up. Not today, but a week ago and I’m just now recovering from my shame. I had recorded a ✨spicy✨ video for my husband. The contents of said video are unimportant, what is important however is that when sending the video to my husband from the share option in my gallery it gave me a quick list of contacts I’m commonly in contact with. I ignorantly thought it was a good idea to use this presented option. I clicked my husband’s contact and hit that faithful blue button to send the video. Or so I thought I clicked my husband’s contact. The fuck-up? I actually clicked my best friend’s contact and sent it to her. 😭😭 Luckily, she has been like my sister for well over a decade. She and I laughed it off, but I’ve been getting hell from both my husband and best friend for a week. TL;DR I went to surprise husband with video, surprised bestie instead and have suffered being the butt of the joke for a week