Why is this so true?

A frustrated probationary employee at D. C. ’s Brentwood Post Office texted 7News, “Enough is enough. I’m a city carrier assistant, Washington D. C. ”With the text, he sent us photographs ... We would like to show you a description here but the site won’t allow us. "When a book actually affects the way you breathe, you know it is powerful. When a book changes the way you look at life, you know it is nothing short of spectacular. Thirteen Reasons Why is that book. I cant think of anyone who shouldnt read this book. You will hurt, you will smile, and you will never be the same." —Dianna why is-there-a-pending-authorization-shown-in-my-paypal ... The cast of the 1990s historical drama were once the darlings of China’s entertainment industry, but then they lost their stardom after shady business deals, tax evasion and more … RubiStar is a tool to help the teacher who wants to use rubrics, but does not have the time to develop them from scratch.

2021.10.21 23:35 DavidoGwapo Why is this so true?

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Albums 7-11 (Sorry For The Wait)
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2021.10.21 23:35 Own-Illustrator-3793 Is it just me, or is social circle game more stressful than cold approach?

I find myself thinking of social circle girls more often, and find it much more stressful to game in social circle than cold approach.
Anyone else feel this way? Why do I feel like this haha? 😂
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2021.10.21 23:35 thrownawaybastard 28 [M4F] Give me sensimilla

Heya! Needing kausap the whole day since I'm always effin bored lately and yung mga constant kong kausap(virtual friend i guess??) are much busy right now I think? No need to be constant, can be a day old friendship, depends if we click tho.
About me:
5'2"(sorry not sorry for being smol)
Long haired
With pair of tunnel
Sensible kausap, tingin ko naman?
I like considering myself an atheist since i dont go to church and pray anymore
I like anime
I like music rock genre specifically, but well i dont close doors to other genres as well since yeah i sometimes listen to rnb/hiphop or anything depends on the mood
I do drink
And surely i can talk alot (this post serves as evidence)
Lastly can talk english yeah but well much better if we can tagalog as well since i can express myself more sa mother language natin.
About you:
Malaki suso. De joke lang. Kahit ano, kausap lang naman kelangan ko para di maboring. So yeah. Pero hopefully pleasing in the eyes ka sa personal cause despite me looks, ok naman ako, pogi sabi ng mama ko.
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2021.10.21 23:35 sirmarlboroskinny Yo-yo Dieting

What seemed like a harmless wish goes much further that anyone could have imagined.
Trigger Warning: This will give away a large part of the story, but not spoil it. There are elements and descriptions of disordered eating and body dysmorphia
I was sitting in the same metal folding chair, at the same beat up wooden table, in the same rundown casino I’d spent every Thursday evening at since my Grandma Anne moved to the retirement home a few miles away. It sounded almost laughably stereotypical, that my grandma and her retirement home friends spent so much time at a bingo hall, but it was truly one of her favorite activities.
There were at least twenty other tables inside Lucky Streak, the same way it was set up every Thursday evening, even though there were never more than seven or eight small groups there. Most of them were also from the retirement home, but there were a few people who’d play bingo while they waited for poker to start up again. Glancing around, I guessed that the tattered rug was probably a deep forest green once, and the peeling walls probably used to be white. A few box fans were set up near the tables, since there wasn’t any AC.
The only thing that was possibly older than Lucky Streak itself, was Lucky Streak’s owner, Mr. Ignee. He was one of those people who somehow looked as if they’d been ninety years old their entire lives. He stood in the middle of the room, his perfectly bald head shining under the fluorescent lights, wearing the same dark, mirrored, wraparound sunglasses and leather motorcycle jacket I’d never seen him without. He had an old microphone with a long cord, that at times gave off terrible feedback. Mr. Ignee would reach into a glass bowl and make each bingo call loudly and methodically.
Grandma Anne had raised me, and once she got ill, I moved back to my hometown to see her as often as I could. The visits in the retirement home felt uncomfortably somber for us both, so Thursday night bingo at Lucky Streak and takeout on the way to drop her back off quickly became our routine. It certainly wasn’t the most impressive looking casino, or a place where particularly exciting things happened, but that didn’t matter to me. I was just glad these nights made my grandma happy. She was still whip-smart, and I tried my best to think about how much weaker she’d been getting lately.
“Amber, are you listening?” Grandma Anne asked, poking me playfully.
“Oh!” I answered, breaking out of my thoughts, “I spaced out, sorry, what was the last call?”
“‘B’ like ‘bingo’, two fat ladies,” she replied, with a hint of a mischievous smile.
I scanned my bingo card, smirking, and crossed off 88 underneath the first column. Most numbers were called out as something that they rhymed with, to avoid confusion with similar sounding ones. But some of them had silly names based on what they looked like on paper. I wasn’t entirely sure how 88 looked like two fat ladies, but it did make the game more amusing, even if I still sometimes had to check in with Grandma Anne about some of the weirder bingo lingo.
“Pretty sure one of these is a drawing of me,” I said, halfway laughing.
“Amber!” Grandma Anne said, in a tone that instantly reminded me of getting in trouble in high school. “You are not fat. You look just like I did in thirties, and I’m stunning,” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re stunning, Grandma. Me, not so much,” I sighed.
“Be gentle with yourself,” Grandma Anne said, her voice softening, as she reached over to squeeze my hand.
“Working on it,” I said, squeezing her hand in return.
The moment was broken by the sound of Mr. Ignee’s microphone giving off ear-piercing feedback, and I winced.
“Icebox, dirty genie!” he called out.
“Dirty genie?” I asked Grandma Anne, raising an eyebrow.“That’s number 30,” she replied.
“Huh, that’s a new one for me,” I muttered, going back over my card.
I realized I did have 30 underneath my second column, and it was my very last number. I crossed it off, and lifted my card up in the air.
“Bingo!”
Mr. Ignee turned in my direction, and then walked over to crosscheck my card with his clipboard of numbers. He hummed to himself, checking off each number as I went.
“We have a winner!” Mr. Ignee announced, handing me back my card.
“Congratulations, kiddo, been awhile since either of us won,” Grandma Anne smiled at me.
“Yeah, this has been a fun night,” I agreed, starting to gather up Grandma Anne’s purse and opening her walker up for her. “Ready for dinner?”
Her response was interrupted by Mr. Ignee returning.
“You know, Amber, getting a bingo with a dirty genie is lucky,” he said.
“It is?”
“Oh, yes. Very.”
“Cool! I didn’t know that. I’ll take all the luck I can get,” I said.
“In the event it happens here, one should write a wish on the back of their card.”
“I should write a wish on the back of my bingo card?” I asked.
“I would recommend it. Winning on a dirty genie call doesn’t happen every day, Amber,” Mr. Ignee said, turning to collect cards from other tables.
I made a face at Grandma Anne.
“Should I make a wish?” I asked, grinning at the thought of a bingo superstition.
“Sure, don’t we all need a little more luck?” she responded.
I picked my pen back up and thought for a moment, wondering if I should take this seriously. I didn’t think Mr. Ignee was going to read it, but I still didn’t want to wish for something overly personal on the back of a bingo card.
“I wish I could stick with a diet and keep the weight off,” I wrote, folding my bingo card in half.
“What’d you wish for?” asked Grandma Anne.
“Can’t tell you, that’s how wishes work!” I said with a laugh, reaching out for her purse and walker again.
The rest of the night went quickly but was a good time, like Thursdays always were with my grandma. We stopped for takeout, listened to oldies on the radio, and I helped her get settled back in her room at the retirement home. I hugged Grandma Anne extra tight, and suddenly felt guilty for spending even more time thinking about my weight, when I could have wished for us to have more time together.
I drove the few miles back home, my radio starting to crackle as the trees got thicker and the sky got darker around me. I pulled into my driveway, grabbed my purse and my takeout box, and walked up to the front door.
I nearly tripped over a small package I hadn’t seen in the dark.
“Weird, I don’t remember ordering anything,” I thought, shrugging.
“Maybe I got mixed up with the neighbors again, the numbers are hard to see on these houses.”
I decided I’d check it out in the morning, and kicked it inside the door as I walked in and locked the door behind me.
I walked over to the fridge to put the takeaway box inside, knowing I wasn’t going to eat it later, but feeling too guilty to throw it away immediately. When I played this silly game with myself, at least it felt like I was wasting less food, for a day or two.
I stared at the box for another minute and sighed, knowing if I ate it, it didn't have to stay down.
“Nope. Not anymore. I can’t keep doing that.” I shook my head and shut the fridge door, exhausted.
I kicked off my jeans and tossed myself onto my bed for the night.
“I didn’t take my makeup off. Damnit. I’ll start doing that tomorrow night. And I’ll start my diet in the morning. For real this time.”
Before I knew it, my alarm was blaring, and sunlight was streaming in through my bedroom. I blearily reached for my phone to make the noise stop, rubbing at my eyes.
“I have today off!” I realized. “My first free Friday in ages.”
I had every intention of rolling back over and sleeping in late, when a very insistent meow made me open my eyes again.
“Hi, Cricket-kitty,” I called out to my cat. “I get today off, but your breakfast schedule doesn’t change, huh?”
There was another meow from somewhere near my bedroom door, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I dragged myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, and headed towards the kitchen.
I put on a pot of coffee, and measured out some dry kibble while waiting. At the sound of the can opener, Cricket pounced into the kitchen, always living up to her name, and started walking in figure-8’s between my legs.
“Here you go, Cricket girl,” I said, setting down her food bowl.
I added some almond milk to my steaming mug of coffee, and walked into my living room to find something to watch while the caffeine kicked in. I noticed there was a small cubed package sitting on my living room table, and paused for a moment, before I remembered almost tripping over it last night. I walked over and checked the address, but nothing had gotten mixed up with the neighbors. This was clearly labeled with just my name, no address.
“Huh. I thought I’d kicked that inside the door. I was really exhausted, though.”
I shrugged and went to grab my pocket knife out of my jeans, hearing Cricket lapping up water from the kitchen. The package was light, and I couldn’t remember for the life of me ordering anything recently.
I opened it up, and emptied out packing peanuts onto the table. Inside was a sleek, black yo-yo with red string. I tilted my head.
“A marketing thing, maybe?”
I set it next to the packing peanuts, and saw a business card at the bottom of the box. It was a matching sleek black, with red print. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and took a closer look.
“Tired of yo-yo dieting?
Worry no longer!Relinquish all control to our yo-yo.
Never worry about sticking to a diet again!”
I stared at the card for a moment, perplexed, and flipped it over. The back was completely blank.
“I do spend a lot of time clicking those pop-up ads for diet and exercise stuff. Maybe that’s how this got here?” I thought.
I set my coffee down and picked up the yo-yo. I was suddenly overcome with intense nausea, and goosebumps prickled at the back of my neck.
“Meow!”
I jumped a little, and then laughed at myself for letting my own cat scare me.
“Hi Cricket-kitty. Check it out, somebody sent me a yo-yo. I don’t even know if I remember how to use one of these things,” I said to her.
Cricket sat across the room, her eyes fixed firmly on my mysterious gift.
I found where the thread looped and slid my finger through, getting another sudden wave of nausea. I made a mental note to try switching to tea in the mornings.
I let the yo-yo fall through my fingers, watching as it unraveled and hit the floor. I jerked my hand back up, but it didn’t follow.
“Yep, I’m lousy at this,” I confirmed to Cricket.
I set the yo-yo back on the table, the red string in a messy pile next to it.
“I should Google what it looks like. Maybe it’s some shady diet product MLM.”
Sighing, and trying to ignore my stomach, I stood back up to refill my coffee.
With a slight panic, I realized standing up was much more difficult than it had ever been before, and I looked down. My ankles looked like they had a roll of fat that had never been there, sticking up above my socks.
“Am I retaining water? What’s going on with my legs?”
I took a step back towards the kitchen, and my thighs rubbed together in a way I’d never felt. I looked down again, panic building in my throat, as I realized my legs were almost twice the size they usually were.
I took a few more steps, as fast as I could, and heard a sudden ripping sound. My t-shirt had split open, I could feel air hitting my back.
I made a small noise in the back of my throat, and my heart hammered in my ears. I grabbed my phone and tried to go towards my front door, not knowing what was happening with my body.
I felt my stomach push outwards til my shirt was left in tatters, and then the weight fell down onto my thighs. My breasts seemed to swell ten cup sizes, as they fell down onto my new exposed gut. My socks ripped off as my feet got bigger and bigger.
My coffee mug shattered on the floor as my hands became too swollen to grip it anymore, and my arms seemed to grow three times wider, then five, then ten, the top layer of skin splitting open.
Finally, I screamed.
I screamed, as my cheeks expanded, and the skin there stretched and split, too, my whole body feeling a pounding, stinging, raw sensation, as I grew too fat for my skin to keep up.
I fell forwards, one foot still near the living room table, and the other almost six feet away, aimed towards the front door.
I could do nothing but sob in terror as I hit the floor, broken pieces of the coffee mug piercing my arm. I lay face down, feeling my body get heavier and heavier with each passing second, until the skin that once made up my neck and face expanded over my nose and mouth.
“This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real.”
The mantra repeated in my head as tiny black and white dots filled my vision. My chest burned, far beyond what I knew was possible.
Then, nothing.
Before I knew it, my alarm was blaring, and sunlight was streaming in through my bedroom. I blearily reached for my phone to make the noise stop, rubbing at my eyes.
“I have today off!” I realized. “My first free Friday in ages.”
Then I looked at my phone again, and realized my backup alarm must had been going off for at least an hour.
“Jeez, I’m lucky I have today off.”
I had every intention of rolling back over and sleeping in late, when a very insistent meow made me open my eyes again.
“Hi, Cricket-kitty,” I called out to my cat. “Just because I overslept, that’s no excuse for your breakfast schedule to change, huh?”
There was another meow from somewhere near my bedroom door, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I dragged myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, and headed towards the kitchen.
I realized I must have set up the coffee pot last night, so I set it to reheat and measured out some dry kibble while waiting. At the sound of the can opener, Cricket pounced into the kitchen, always living up to her name, and started walking in figure-8’s between my legs.
“Here you go, Cricket girl,” I said, setting down her food bowl.
I added some almond milk to my steaming mug of coffee, and walked into my living room to find something to watch while the caffeine kicked in. Cricket didn’t start to eat, like she did every morning. Instead, she kept twisting in figure-8’s, following me to the living room.
“You okay, Crickety? Just need extra pets today?” I asked her, a little worried she wasn’t digging into her food, especially after I’d overslept.
I noticed there was a black yo-yo with a stretched-out red string on my living room table, and paused for a moment, before I remembered the package I’d nearly tripped on last night.
“Huh. I don’t even remember opening this. I was really exhausted, though.”
I sat down on the couch and picked it up absent-mindedly, when a sharp pang suddenly shot through my head.
“Meow!”
I jumped a little, and then laughed at myself for letting my own cat scare me.
“Hi Cricket-kitty. Check it out, somebody sent me a yo-yo. I don’t even know if I remember how to use one of these things,” I said to her.
Cricket sat across the room, her eyes fixed firmly on my mysterious gift.
I found where the thread looped and slid my finger through, getting another sharp pain in my head. I made a mental note that my migraines might be coming back, and to email my doctor.
As neatly as I could, I wrapped the thread back around the yo-yo, trying to ignore my headache. I figured another cup of coffee couldn’t hurt, so I stood up, heading towards the kitchen.
I suddenly slipped and caught myself on the arm of the couch. I looked down, realizing my socks, which were usually tight around my ankles, were practically dangling off my feet. I paused, confused, and shook it off.
“Guess I need new socks.”
I took another step towards the kitchen, and almost slipped again when my underwear fell off my hips and landed in a pile around my ankles. I stared at the striped boy briefs, unsure what to do.
I kicked them out from between my ankles and leaned down to pick them up, when a searing pain shot through both my wrists. Something was on both of my wrists.
No, something was sticking out of both my wrists.
My wrist bones, with a sickly bluish hue, were piercing through my skin on both arms. I tasted metal, and felt an electric surge of adrenaline as I was overcome with fear.
“Help. I need help.”
Blindly, I reached for my phone, as a new wave of pain hit my legs, bringing me to my knees, where two more bones now poked out of my skin. I watched, wide-eyed, my heart going so quickly it felt as if it was vibrating, as my body seemed to cave in on itself.
My arms and legs got thinner and thinner, until my skin sagged underneath each limb, and my bones and tendons pushed up to be visible. I felt as if I was being swallowed by my shirt, my ribs scraping against my skin. I started choking, and instinctively spit.
Several of my teeth landed in a bloody mess on the floor in front of me.
Shock was taking over, and I could do nothing but hyperventilate, hot tears and snot running down my face, as I sat a collapsing skeleton in the middle of my living room, staring at my teeth on the carpet.
“This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real.”
The mantra repeated in my head as tiny black and white dots filled my vision. My chest burned, far beyond what I knew was possible.
Suddenly, Cricket jumped in front me, always living up to her name, and dropped the yo-yo I’d wrapped back up on my shrinking, skeletal lap.
“This can’t be real, there’s no fucking way this is real.”
I tried to scream as I reached for the yo-yo, several of the bones in my hand piercing through the skin, but was only able to make a rattling gasp. I found the finger loop, unable to tell if it caused another headache. I didn’t know a person could be in this much pain without losing consciousness, but if I did lose consciousness, I don’t think I’d wake back up.
I unraveled the yo-yo a few inches, my mouth feeling like sandpaper, my body screaming with electric pain.
Unable to do anything else, I waited.
Unbelievably, my limbs started to mend themselves. I stared as the bones in my arms and legs knitted themselves back into place, as fat seemed to appear from nowhere, filling out the ripped, sagging skin. There was less pain in my chest, no threat of my ribs cracking.
I pressed my tongue against my teeth, relieved that none of the others felt loose.
I sat on the floor for what felt like hours, blood rushing in my ears, horrified tears still running down my face. It took a long time until I was brave enough to stretch my limbs.
Eventually, on shaky legs, I stood, and put my underwear back on.
I had never been so relieved to find something fit me snugly.
“I need help,” I whispered to Cricket, who had been watching me intently the entire time.
“Thank you, Cricket-girl,” I said hoarsely. “I’m gonna go get help.”
I picked up the yo-yo, making sure the string length didn’t change a millimeter, and shakily walked to the front door and then out to my car, ignoring pants or shoes.
“Okay. Just make it to the hospital. Make it to the hospital.”
I backed out of the driveway and onto the street, encouraging my little old car to speed up. Suddenly, a man in dark glasses dashed out in front of me, and I slammed on the breaks, watching in horror as the yo-yo flew off my lap and began to bounce wildly around the car.
As I reached out for it, my right arm doubled, then tripled, the top layer of skin splitting open. I felt my right leg do the same, and unable to lift it any longer, my foot pressed the accelerator to the floor.
I screamed, the sound vibrating in the car, trying in vain to lift my leg off the pedal with my arms, when I heard a sickening crunch and saw the bones piercing through my left hand, half my body swelling, half wasting away in front of me.
I watched as I sped past the turn onto the main road, and continued directly towards the forest, trees getting thicker and closer at each moment.
“HELP ME!” I screamed, my words cut off by my coughing, as all the teeth on the left side of my mouth fell out with a sickening clatter, blood and mucus running off my face into my split-open skin on one side of my body, and onto the exposed bones of my left.
As branches started to scrape against the roof of my car, I tilted in my seat and caught a glimpse of the yo-yo in my rearview mirror, spinning wildly.
I tried to scream again, to cry, to do anything, but all that existed was the smell of blood and gasoline, and the crunching of glass.
For the briefest of instances, I realized how disfigured I looked, too skinny but too fat.
I wish whoever finds me knows I tried my very best to be pretty.
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2021.10.21 23:35 Prawnprawn101 I had a dream we all made a discord but no one ever talked on it.

That is all. That's literally it. Jfc
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2021.10.21 23:35 Lazy-Tea1576 how do we know that theres no mircophones/ or other spying devices inside of fridges, air vents, and other things that can pick up voice or keyboard inputs?

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2021.10.21 23:35 UNCLESMOKEY420 MMAT LETS TALK ABOUT THE NEW 13D! EXPLOSION INCOMING?! I AM GOING TO AWE...

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2021.10.21 23:35 Bl0x_ Unable to upgrade quarters?

In my quarters I have the materials to upgrade something, but it won't let me because I need Quarters level 1? Isn't that the base level? Is it a known big?
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2021.10.21 23:35 je_we_l Total Drama Funny’s Presents: Halloweezy (Part 12/30) 🍿

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2021.10.21 23:35 Raradra October 21, 2021 | The Late Show with Stephen Colbert | Episode Discussion Thread

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