Same same. My work office is spotless and perfectly stocked at all times, my home desk is a collection box (pile) for important papers with some room for a mouse and keyboard. Kitchen and living room? perfectly organized, to the point I could tell you exactly where every tool and ingredient is within a 6 in square... My laundry however is.... Dear God... I'm working on it. Medicine cabinet is a pile of so many random drugs and medical tools but directly below is the perfectly, and I mean perfectly, folded and stacked AND organized by alternating color, towels. The weird part is, even in the "chaos" zones, I could still give you a shelf coordinate that would be accurate to within 12 inches of the item you're looking for. Ibuprofen? First shelf down from the top, front left side, next to the NyQuil, may need to move the bag of compression wraps out the way. The beeswax for candles? Top right cube of the laundry shelving, back left corner of that cube. Like..... Wtf brain? Why u know dis?!?!
Kattiydid
Setting boundaries with him, and with yourself, to ensure you have an out if he's being hurtful is super important. If you just accept the comments he'll have no reason to stop, especially if the behavior you exhibit afterwards is beneficial to him. An example would be: let him know that when he says hurtful things to you, you won't be engaging with him in that frame of mind and that you will exit the situation until you feel safe and he's able to speak kindly again. Then, the next time he does it, stop him, remind him of that boundary, get up, and exit the situation. If he tries to stop you or gets upset that you have expectations of being treated with respect, I suggest ending the relationship. If he catches himself, realizes when he's getting worked up and tries to stop the behavior once he realizes how it affects you, he's probably a good one.
Claire__ Saffitz x Dessert Person
Baker/ pastry chef that makes all sorts of tasty treats. Content is largely educational giving you tips and tricks on what she's doing and why so you can replicate her recipe more easily.
Binging with Babish
Started out as one dude recreating food from films and shows and has expanded to having a dedicated anime food creator, doing fun food mashups for sports things, redoing episodes that he messed up on, and still doing food from films and shows.
I think there are a significant number of different ways that a large corporation could provide housing for medium-term employees besides purchasing single family homes. Purchasing small apartment buildings, like a fourplex, or purchasing an empty lot and putting manufactured homes on it creating more housing instead of taking the starter homes from normal families.
Like the other comments said, trust your body. If you felt like sex was a vigorous enough workout that you need a rest day, take a rest day but if not do do what feels best.
Various factors could affect the answer. Are you a uterus haver? Does sex hurt? If engaging in acrobatic sexual maneuvers, do you stretch before? How often do you have sex? How long are the sessions?
As a uterus haver with EDS, I find sex can put me out of commission for days if I'm not careful. I actually just switched to a gym with a pool so I can do zero gravity exercises if my joints are forked after being fucked.
At a time or total?
Garlic confit instead of fresh! With Rosemary! 🤤
For me the school book short story that grabbed me was The Smallest Dragonboy by Anne McCaffrey. Not super scary, just sticky.
Played in the creek (pronounced crik), caught pollywogs and toads and snakes. Walked barefoot to the farm down the street to buy sweet corn. Heard stories about my uncles finding dynamite in a cave near the railroad and bringing it home and passing it around at school before the fire department confiscated it all as well as stories of my great grandma holding my great grandpa at shotgun point till he did the chore he'd said he'd get to months before. I remember the internet screaming at me when I picked up the home phone. My dad's first cell phone was a Nokia brick. The first Galaxy smart phone came out the year I graduated highschool.
Sigh, yes. A dream I have, for a world that isn't as fucked up as ours, is brain computer interfaces that can just record your train of thought for you so that when you get a third of the way into a thought and you forget what you were thinking you can just replay your brain for a second and remember what the fuck you were thinking about. Or you know, walk into a room forget why you're there and say "hey brain, why am I here?" and it will fucking tell you instead of just going "eat a dick bitch". Or God forbid decide on a plan for a day or a week or goals that you have and want to focus on and then have some hope of and fucking assistance in actually remembering that thing that you wanted to do and following through on it instead of just "well your brain sucks and you forgot so I guess there's no life progress for you!"