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September 30th, 2025, started like every day for the past few months. Woke up on a park bench, homeless and wearing the same clothes that I had worn for almost 3 months straight. Hungover and dehydrated. One package of food that when I reached into to grab a snack to quiet my churning stomach as I woke up, I realized had been infested by ants the night before. No breakfast today. I had to throw it all away. I didn't have a phone or watch, so I had no way to tell time. But I knew I had to wait for 7am to head over to my local gas station. I of course was completely broke, but it was safest to steal drinks during their morning rush. I wandered over to the picnic tables. I had a few boo...

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As unimpressive as Kracarsus was to a passing glance, it succeeded at catching my interest. With a diameter smaller than most habitable moons, no surface water or forests, and constant dust storms, the desert-ridden celestial should haven’t been able to support any life. And yet it could. One of the many oddities of the galaxy, I suppose. Millions of sand pellets hit the ‘Amenity’s hull as Silas lowered our ship through the moon’s upper atmosphere, and I could hear him grumbling from the pilot’s seat. While not as bad acid rain, the sand still damaged the outer hull and the intakes. That meant hours, if not days of work for the guy repairing her by himself. The reinforced windows ...

My dad is a very, very angry man. Ive had to deal with his explosive uncontrolled anger my whole life. He is angry and in complete denial. He has a lot of bizarre unhygenic behavior (refuses to use soap or clean dishes) He doesnt have a stable job or source of income. He struggles paying rent. Because he ***** it all on junk. He has a severe shopping addiction particularly with clothes. He just buys for the sake of buying. Literally no other reason. He buys stuff from bargain stores. He buys hundreds of **** from Temu (this is his new addiction). There's boxes of unopened junk mailed in, he's still buying more. His house is full of fullsized store racks of clothes. He has like fif...

**I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/OnlineShopping2026** **Originally posted to r/AITAH** **AITA for insisting my daughter wear an outfit she doesn’t want to wear to a wedding?** ---- [Original Post](https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/s/Nnckl0sG4Q): **January 6, 2026** I’m looking for some help on a situation with my kids. We’re attending my brother’s wedding at the end of the month. My younger daughter (7) is a flower girl. The bride, who is my brother’s fiancée, took us to a local shop she liked so we could pick out the flower girl dress. My older daughter (12) is not in the wedding party, she’s too old to be a flower girl, but she still needed something appropriate to wear as a guest...

Hey everyone! I've been searching about studying and Finland (specifically Helsinki or Tampere) came up as a wonderful option since I've got to know it's basically almost free for EU citizens, plus the rent is easy and affordable. Is it true the work situation in the country is that bad? even for non-qualified jobs like at restaurants, hotels or clothing stores? Also, regarding the dating scene, how does it work for straight t girls? I pass so I've never had problems in other countries like Germany or NL. I keep talking to this finnish guy who always jokes about being touch deprived despite being super handsome? 😭 it's kinda funny

Some of the details on it I always found for lack of another word, interesting. Like the little metal looking things on the knuckles of her gloves, the little round metal thing on her upper arms, all the buckles around her waist and the one on her high collar that never gets closed. Plus my favorite part, her choker with the cat charm. Like I've always wondered what the metal round thing on her upper arm was. It kinda looks like it should connect to something. Is it meant to signify her suit is made from different clothing or other pieces? Keep in mind, this isn't meant as a rude discussion cause I absolutely love her suit. I just also find some of the details on it so interest...

Several years later, returning home felt like stepping into a life that was no longer theirs. Familiar faces began to look at them as if they were strangers. I still remember those days when I first left home for engineering studies and stayed in a hostel. Back then, 'home' wasn't just a house made of bricks and mortar; it was a spiritual solace. The six months of the semester in the hostel's four walls somehow passed, but my eyes were always fixed on those red dates on the calendar—summer vacations. When the train would stop at the station and I'd turn into the alley with my heavy bag slung over my shoulder, it felt like someone had filled my lungs with fresh ai...

Now that I'm trying to tell the story of how I died, I've found myself appreciating the craft of eulogy more than I ever did in life. I'm finding it difficult to find where the story of my end begins. It all started with *it*, I suppose. I saw it first on my walk home from work a month ago. I'd stayed late at the coffee shop after my shift was technically over, and that shift had itself only begun after a long day at school, so I wasn't in the best of moods. What helped distract from the foulness of my mood was that me and my buddy, Rick, worked similar hours as part-timers in the city who could only work outside of school hours, and we worked close enough together ...

So, I went thrifting at a Red White And Blue in Waterford, CT and want to talk about it. So, I'm looking through some clothes and find at least 10 tan Nike shirts that all smell like **** which was awesome. Then, I keep looking and failing, just like I do at life every day. I get to the final rack. And then proceed to find 3 shirts in a row. I got a Pac Man shirt, a shirt saying its fun and games until the cops come, and then a retro PlayStation hoodie all for 5$. Even though their video game section ****** (one case had a clump of hair sticking out of a Kinect game) it doesn't mean there was nothing good. Even though inflation is occurring even in free thrift stores, deals are sti...

So, I went thrifting at a Red White And Blue in Waterford, CT and want to talk about it. So, I'm looking through some clothes and find at least 10 tan Nike shirts that all smell like **** which was awesome. Then, I keep looking and failing, just like I do at life every day. I get to the final rack. And then proceed to find 3 shirts in a row. I got a Pac Man shirt, a shirt saying its fun and games until the cops come, and then a retro PlayStation hoodie all for 5$. Even though their video game section ****** (one case had a clump of hair sticking out of a Kinect game) it doesn't mean there was nothing good. Even though inflation is occurring even in free thrift stores, deals are sti...

This is a true rant, so I apologize because it's long and winded. I just hope it makes sense. I'm a STM with a 2 year old toddler. He's a wonderful, curious, playful kid. He also has temper tantrums, doesn't eat, and hits a lot (including my pregnant belly). I'm almost 35 weeks pregnant, so I'm ready to pop. Things that are currently going on or have gone on that is making me feel this way. \- I was laid off at the end of November. While it was good to start my "mat leave" early, it was deeply demoralizing. \- Christmas is my favourite time of year, and this time I was not able to do half the things I wanted to do because I did not have any time...

A girlfriend of mine got me hooked on Buckle about ten years ago. What always stood out was the customer service. Employees learned your name and checked in while you were in the dressing room to see if you needed a different size or style. Today I visited a Buckle store near the Michigan/Ohio border and was very disappointed. Someone helped me right away, assisted me with picking out jeans, and set me up in a dressing room. I tried on three pairs and no one checked in. I got dressed and went to find another style and another employee helped me locate the jeans I wanted. When I turned back, my dressing room was taken, so she had to set me up in another one. While trying on the new pair, I ...

my persons attention is going to his ex who spent years trying to end us. Years of single white female behavior at me, years telling me to leave him. Years committing felonies against him and myself. (If you saw the list youd be repulsed he lets her talk at all) (Yes she emotionally shares about her success and life and money and jobs, especially if shes copying my degree path, career path, clothing brands, workouts. ) I feel cloned constantly. While she gets the attention of the person she needs to control most. Years I’ve been set aside for people outside the relationship on my birthday. Recently I’ve learned no matter what she’s done, how she’s done it, I should just get over...

Ladies and Gentleapes, we have tinfoil. Buckle up! I keep it short to not stress our apes brains too much. A lot of things unfolded in January. I not gonna list them here, you should know. Anyway, the interview(s) clarified RC is doing something "never done before in capital markets". So, what has never been done in a capital market? Well it excludes everything which has been done before, haha. So what's left? Here is my theory: there are endless reasons for an acquisition. But no one ever bought several "failing" (or undervalued due to unlocked potential) companies at the same time! And I think that is exactly what he is doing. He will use a cross-company approach...

My collection is about 1oo+ dolls various sizes from 1850 to 1900’s. Porcelain, bisque, china, ragdolls and stuffed animals steiff. I started cleaning 5 dolls. Wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. No smells to speak off. The clothing was washed in dish soap gently. I am 76 years old. And this is a huge job for me to tackle. I think having them stored in a very dry basement for these passed five years has helped them. No odors to speak of. The dolls I started cleaning are coming up pretty easily. I think the closed china closets helped. Any tips on this clean up will be appreciated. I will post pictures as I proceed. Before and after. I want to sell the whole collection when I fin...

I am about to make my first purchase from the Boys Store and was wondering if their clothing is loose or tight. I normally wear XL for shirts, L for hoodies, and L for pants when the clothing is snug, but I have to drop them all down a size when the clothing is loose. Any info would be greatly appreciated as I plan on ordering 10 items and wouod **** for them all to be too baggy.

 Working was so dang hard for me. I think to myself that if only I had started at 15 years old like so many others, then maybe it would’ve gone better. But I only started going outside by myself at around 18, and got my first job recently at 19. It was at a small unknown dollar-store chain that had a few stores in the area and I was hired alongside another guy my age. I had to work the register, **** up balloons, cut table cloth, help customers in the aisles and on the phone, stock and face the shelves, and handle go-backs. Most importantly, it had to get done by 8:30pm without any major mistakes. The problem was I made MANY mistakes, too many to count. And since only two people worked du...

Trying to sort out what to make of situations I’m now remembering from childhood. I served as a mediator between my parents and their nonstop arguing at age 10. My ED also started around this time and I think impacted my growth. Sometimes my mom would threaten to hit with wooden spoon but never did. One time did put soap in my mouth for something I said, I can’t recall. Refused to acknowledge puberty and I had to beg for everything I absolutely needed and then figure out a way to get anything else. She’d make comments about me using to many tampons and having to buy them all the time. “Didn’t we just get these?!” As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough having to ask to get ...