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I drive a 2017 Chevrolet Cruze, and it's got just over 31,500 miles on it. Outside of some minor cosmetic things that would require a basic wipe down and vacuum in the interior, and washing a thin layer of mud off of it, the vehicle is in perfectly good shape.
Now, that said, there are two vehicles I'm currently looking at, as I'm trying to basically do a 1 to 1 trade.
The first vehicle is priced at $12,995, and is a 2017 VW Passat SE 6A. It's got an all leather interior, heated seats, pushbutton start, sunroof, (new) Cooper all season tires, brand new windshield, new brakes, and as far as I can tell, the vehicle has been kept in near pristine condition outside of those replacements. The vehicle also seems to have a clean record, with no accidents, no theft/illegal activity reported, and only one previous owner. The only catch is that it's currently sitting at around 145,000 miles driven.
The dealer has literally been trying to sell this specific vehicle for almost a year now. The earliest records I can find of it being for sale (other than from the factory, to the original owner) was April of 2022. It's kind of worrying, but for the life of me I can't find anything wrong with it yet other than the miles being as high as they are. This dealer's been pretty... inconsistent, when it comes to our arrangement, though. He approved of a 1 to 1 trade, but told me the we should both run some numbers and do some more research, and talk about it on Monday. Good thing he told me to, because I realized that my car was worth a ton of money in trade-in value, and the MSRP was (obviously) higher than that. Once I brought up that I saw how the price range was looking, he went from not remembering a thing about my vehicle to knowing that he needed to do a whole bunch to the car, and refused to accept me getting it checked out anywhere else, and was trying to deduct the cost of his 'repairs' from the lowest possible estimate on a spectrum that was shown on a site with the lowest estimate for trade-in value that I've seen, though even then, it wasn't fully accurate based on the actual condition of my car. In other words, it got shady.
Anyway, I'm here for cards lol.
So the next car is a 2015 Hyundai Sonata 2.4L SE. It's.... pretty much just that. It's comfy, it's been well taken care of, new brakes, and... that's it. It's just a pretty standard, comfy, reliable looking car. The gas pedal could do with some adjusting imo, but that could just be a preference thing. This dealer wanted to compete with the other one I had mentioned (thank goodness), and offered me a $13k check for my car, or $14,000 in trade-in, which would line up nearly perfectly with the car I was looking at, since it was going for exactly that much, minus the obvious DMV fees and the like, which they'd ask that I cover if I take that deal.
Do either of these deals seem practical? Should I wait and hope prices drop? I know my car is worth more in trade-in value than dealerships I've visited (so far) are willing to give me, these two just happen to be less blatant in trying to lowball me. Also, as far as the Passat goes, I'm very curious about that one, since it's both cheaper and nicer, so any insight on that would certainly be appreciated.

So, as the title suggests, sounds whatever, right? Heres the story:
We have been together since January 2021. At the beginning stages of our relationship, he stated that he used to smoke cigarettes and vape but has not done so in a couple years. Smoking/vaping is a deal breaker for me due to the fact that my whole family smokes and lung cancer runs in the family + I don't want to be with someone who is addicted to anything. He has known this from the beginning, and has told me that that part of his life is over (he used to go clubbing a lot and vaping/smoking was his only vice - he has said he has never done any drugs or even smoked weed). Fast forward to a couple months ago, I caught him vaping - you know how vapes always smell sweet with a hint of nicotine? Yeah well I could smell it on his breath. This really broke my trust because Its not the fact that he was vaping, but the fact that he felt the need to hide it. I brought it up with him the same night because I felt empty and I started crying - It wasn't something that I was able to hide how I felt about. His story was that he went out with friends, bought a disposable vape, and said that he had no intention of buying another. He promised me that he would not vape, and IF he felt the need to, he would tell me before buying another. I know how addiction works, I know that he may not be able to quit cold turkey after that; I explained to him that as long as he is trying to not vape, and his goal would be to quit for good, I would be okay with it but would like communication regarding this. But he made a big show that he was done, and threw it in the garbage right in front of me.
Now, present day - the last couple weeks, he comes home from work, gives me a kiss and I can instantly smell that he was vaping again. He just got a new job in February, and has seeming to be working a lot. Now I don't think he is cheating, or anything, but I think there may be a bad influence at work who takes smoke breaks that he joins in with, or something. He has started to come home and not kiss me right away, or comes home with coffee or snacks every night - I assume he thinks that this will hide the smell of it when he exhales near me? Its gotten to the point that he thinks he has gotten away with it because he is VAPING IN THE HOUSE. I can smell it from any room he is in, just by walking into the room. This makes me feel disrespected among like my feelings don't matter, etc. Anyways. I have not brought it up this time that I know, instead I have been acting differently - more like a roommate would because at this point he has broken my trust and I feel disrespected. He has also stopped saying I love you during phone calls, or before bed etc. Should I bite the bullet here and break up with him, or give him an ultimatum, etc... Advice?

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LPI (LP Information)' newest research report, the “Printed Signage Materials Industry Forecast” looks at past sales and reviews total world Printed Signage Materials sales in 2022, providing a comprehensive analysis by region and market sector of projected Printed Signage Materials sales for 2023 through 2029. With Printed Signage Materials sales broken down by region, market sector and sub-sector, this report provides a detailed analysis in US$ millions of the world Printed Signage Materials industry.
This Insight Report provides a comprehensive analysis of the global Printed Signage Materials landscape and highlights key trends related to product segmentation, company formation, revenue, and market share, latest development, and M&A activity. This report also analyzes the strategies of leading global companies with a focus on Printed Signage Materials portfolios and capabilities, market entry strategies, market positions, and geographic footprints, to better understand these firms' unique position in an accelerating global Printed Signage Materials market.
This Insight Report evaluates the key market trends, drivers, and affecting factors shaping the global outlook for Printed Signage Materials and breaks down the forecast by type, by application, geography, and market size to highlight emerging pockets of opportunity. With a transparent methodology based on hundreds of bottom-up qualitative and quantitative market inputs, this study forecast offers a highly nuanced view of the current state and future trajectory in the global Printed Signage Materials.
This report presents a comprehensive overview, market shares, and growth opportunities of Printed Signage Materials market by product type, application, key manufacturers and key regions and countries.
The global Printed Signage Materialsmarket size is projected to grow from US$ 94 million in 2022 to US$ 162.1 million in 2029; it is expected to grow at a CAGR of 162.1 from 2023 to 2029.
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The main participants
3A Composites
Avery Dennison Corp
IGEPA Group
Spandex AG
Lintec Europe (UK) Ltd
ORAFOL Europe GmbH
Vink Holdings Limited
Thyssenkrupp Materials Services GmbH
Antalis
INAPA Inapa Investimentos
Helloprint
Instantprint
Signage Wow
NextDayFlyers
MegaPrint Inc.
Segmentation by type
Paper and Paperboard
Plastic
Metal
Others
Segmentation by application
Posters
PoP Displays
Backlit Displays
Billboard Banner
Flags and Backdrops
Vehicle/Fleet Graphics
Others
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How does Printed Signage Materials break out type, application?
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All of this is how i remember it but i have memory loss/distorted memory after attending newport. This WILL be VERY LONG. I was admitted to newport academy in san Rafael, California. Its their location known as maoli. I was admitted on march 2 2022 and it was my first and only experience in a residential but i have 3 other (at that time) stays at mental hospital back in illinois (where i live).
I was admitted in the beginning of january of 2022 to a mental hospital and it was my 3rd time in the hospital so my counselor recommended residential. I didn't agree but then later on changed my mind. I was supposed to go to one in the area but was denied because i "set fires" (i do not and never have). My mom found newport by just googling residentials. I dont know how it came about because she set it all up but i had a interview at the end of january with them. I was accepted (i dont know if thats the right way to put it) except they didn't have an available bed. I was in php for a month and a half waiting to go in which i met a gorl that had just gotten back from a newport in a different state and she said she liked it so i had hope (she has now relapsed on nic and weed. I know because we are in touch). They assigned me to a location and changed it twice. With each time they changed the location i had to do another interview. When a bed was available i was given 24 hours to arrive or my spot would be given up.
I got there and did the paper work. I believe i chose the option that they could intervene which ever they felt suitable which i greatly regret. When i arrived there was 4 other girls. The house holds 6. I later found out that there was only 2 girls in the house for 2 weeks so i do not understand why there was no bed available. The other 2 girls arrived a day or 2 before me.
It wasn't horrible in the beginning but there was already a few things that bothered me. It was one specific lady in the beginning. She'd wake us up by blasting music and i didn't eat meat at the time so i asked her not to serve me meat which she didn't listen to. I have anger issues so the more she didn't listen the more mean about it i got to the point i was swearing her out. The people that were there with us all day were not trained for mental health. One being through a temp company. At somepoint i pushed down the toaster button with nothing in it and forgot about it in which the smoke alarms went off. No fire. Just burnt the crumbs. Remember this. Its important later. Ill use letters instead of whole names. My roommate was j. I talk in my sleep and obviously cant control it. She stopped sleeping in our room and slept on the couch which nome of the other people liked because thats where we hung out because we weren't allowed to be im eachothers room. She went to sleep around nine and wed stay up till 1-2 even tho lights out was 11. J told the staff i threatened her while i was sleeping and the staff yelled at me but the other people heard and defended me. Staff didn't apologize. We switched rooms because j was scared of me. Another time i needed a knife for cream cheese and as a joke i said i needed a really sharp one. J took it as i was going to use it on her. The other people took to throwing j's things out of the window. We weren't ever supervised. We had equine therapy and at somepoint i believe we tried to steal the barn cat. We figured out how to take the batteries out of the windows alarms, the pictures on the wall were canvas so we hid things behind them, we would cook our own food twice(?) A week so we were in the kitchen that was typically locked and stole bags of chocolate chips, sugar for tea, and food labels that we put all over the house, z1 (theres 2 zs) was level one so she was allowed to have an electric razor which we gave n an undercut with, we stole command strips from the therapy room to gang up our canvases, people took the staples out of the canvases, broke plastic and took the screws out of the vents to sh. We also used the screws and pen ink for stick and pokes, we had acupuncture and stole the needles to try to do piercings (not stiff enough. Thankfull gor that in the long run) we were actively refusing school on the daily. We would swear eachother and staff out (mostly staff) z2 had an eatting disorder and z1 would make comments about it. N would constantly get misgendered and dead named because he was trans (i would get deadnamed but i used all pronouns at the time). The teacher talked about how he would smoke weed and hed disrespect our boundaries. Our fitness instructor quite literally taught me how to punch someone correctly (swing with hips hit with knuckles 😋) one of our ccs, annie (i believe they were called ccs aka care coordinators) was always talking about her boyfriend. Our therapist was really good at reading us but was never in because she had a new born but the one time we met in person she told me i probably had a loose vagina 😐. Someone wiped there shit on the wall. N, z1, and a constantly made tea and theyd leave their sticky cups all around the house which meant we had no cups available ever. We had a group setion with a counselor over zoom in which she specifically asked me very personal questions (i believe it was about me getting raped but i dont remember too much) Theres probably more but ill move on.
The most tramuatic experience was my last day there which was march 16th. Only 2 weeks in. I was watching a youtube video on the tv and our fitness lady came in. I asked to finish the video and she responded by grabbing my wrist with one hand and prying the remote with the other. Obviously i was mad so i was yelling and cursing and she didn't like that because she was on some shit that she automatically deserved respect even for her bad actions because she was ex military. No one wanted to do fitness in the first place. I went to my room and closed the door. Kim, a cc, came and tried to reprimand me when i wanted to be alone. Shed leave and come back a few times in the span of a few minutes and id reclose the door. I put the bed infront of the door and she shoved the bed on my foot (which sprained my toe and now its deformed) and the hinge to the door fell out. She then blaimed me for destroying property and then i literally just slid it back in place. At this point they evacuated the other kids because they were saying i was a danger to myself, others, and destroying property but the real reason was because the other kids were arguing and defending me. I put my shoes on and grabbed my stuffed animal and just left. I made it probably half a mile down the street and the cops pulled up. I dont know if the cops were called before or after i left. They pulled the car infront of me and annie was behind me so i had left and right. Left was a fast pace road and right was a field with a with a hill on the other side. At this point i wasnt actively suicidal but i was in the beginning of a panic attack. (This is where it starts to get distorted) I made it halfway up the hill when i had officers pulling my ankles to get me to the ground. They said something about how i should get off the hill because of ticks and i told them i didn't care because i didnt want to live. (Not that i wanted to kms. Just that i didn't want to live) at this point i was crying and was in a full panic attack and this is when they got aggressive. I believe i had about 7 officers on me and dragging me down the hill and obviously i was fighting it cause im freaking out and no one wants to be in that situation. They got me to the bottom and hand cuffed me. They gave me the option to stand up and go to the car but i was basically paralized with fear and couldn't really talk. Cops treat the mentally ill like criminals. They carried me to the car and basically horizontally shoved me im the car but the whole time they were talking about ticks and seemed to care more about that then the fact they were hurting me. I was driven to a hospital and i dont remember in between details but somehow i made it from the field to an isolation room. The 2 cops that took me, like 2 nurses and 2 security guards came at me with a needle. Obviously i don't want to be drugged so im struggling. Im cuffed still so im trying to defend myself by biting. I never land a bite. im more or less just snapping at them. They leave, take the cuffs off and im screaming and banging on the glass because im in a paniced state, locked in a room, and dont know where im at. There is a single matress on the floor amd i take the sheets off and try to strangle myself. They come and stop me and take them. I then try again with the string of my mask and now they are saying im just doing it for attention/trying to get them to open the door. They come drug me again and take the mask. There was a water bottle on the floor do i poured the water on the floor and pushed it under the door (idk why tbh). I got very weak from 2 rounds of medication and gave up. I wasnt concious but could feel the coldness of the room on me. I was very cold. I woke up in a different room after being unconscious for about 16 hours and my mom was there. She took me home. They wanted to admit me to the mental unit there but somehow luck was on my side and they didnt. I was coverted in brusies and cuts for weeks after from the cops and the meds they gave me led to my dissociations to become extreme.
December of 2022 a contacted me on snapchat. I told her my snap while there and out of no where one day she remembered it. We talked about what happened after i left. The staff had told the kids that my mother lost custody of me and i basically belonged to the government now and that i was to stay in a mental facility till further notice and that i was physcotic. Even though it wasnt true it is against hippa. A told me that she had exchanged personal numbers with staff. She told me that z1 stole the teachers phone so everytime they went in and out of the building they were to be metal detected (the school was a seperate building of the house). She told me that kids continued to sh and z1 and her almost got in a fight because z1 was supply people with things to sh. A also told me that the girl i was replaced with they caught her masterbating multiple times. We had yoga pillows we took from the gym and i domt know what they hid in them but they hid something and after the phone incident they did really deep searches and found the things in them.
Honestly newport was wild and didn't even feel real. There was literally wild peacocks roaming the property. I have ptsd from all of it but mostly the cops. I get flash backs, cant get near a cop and cant get handcuffed without panicing (i used wear them for fun time wink wink. Now i cant). I dissociate horribly now. My memories dont feel like my own unless they were tramatic. I became addicted to sex and began using it as a form of sh like i did previously. I got addicted to weed and nic to cope. Ive since got over both but i wasnt sober at all from may 2022 to january 2023. Fuck you newport.

So I'm in Slovenia because I work here. Yesterday when I was going home from work police stopped us right in front of our house. I had seat belt on me whole time. When I saw that police want us to stop I took my seat belt of because I'm in front of my house I don't need it anymore. He took our documents and everything was okay except he started writing me ticket for seat belt. When I tried to tell him that I had my seat belt on he told me "no you didn't I saw you 100 meters away and you didn't had it" So because I'm not Slovenian I just agreed with everything he said to me and now I have to pay 60€ even when it's not my fault... So can you tell me what would you do in that moment. Is he right or?

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The following story is about a man given the gift of immortality, with a price. The price comes in the form of a Snail, also immortal. The Snail is the only thing that can kill him, and can do so with a single touch. It is intelligent, relentless, and only interested in touching him, resulting in an endless life of constant fear and dread, never happy in one place for too long before having to flee to the next. This story takes place in the year 4,385; and our protagonist has grown tired of running.
"I've been waiting for you," He sank into his chair. It was an old armchair, creaky and musty, splitting at the seams and groaning loudly under the slightest increase in weight. But he loved it fondly. He'd grown rather attached to this house over the past few centuries, and that chair was among the things that stood out to him the most. It was durable, for one thing; it had lasted almost two hundred years of him sitting on it constantly (As of late, he hadn't really been moving much), and it was also comfortable enough for him to sleep somewhat soundly for what seemed like days on end.
He let out a weary sigh, holding his head in his hands.
"I must be losing my mind. Staring Death in the face and all I can think of is armchairs; I'm probably already dead," he muttered to himself, getting to his feet and stretching his stiff bones. "Make yourself at home!" He called out as he clicked his back, chuckling as the Snail kept moving. "Who am I kidding? You're finally getting what you wanted after all this time, you're not going to want a chat," he turned and made his way to the desk, where an old gramophone sat. He scraped off the thick coating of dust before winding it up, putting on a record from ages past. Miraculously, it worked. As it played a crackly ballad, he turned to his fate, patiently inching toward him without a care in the world. Right now, it was spoiling a perfectly good vintage rug bought from a marketplace in Eastern Europe, sometime in the 36th Century. At least, that's what the post-it note said. The entire living room was smattered with them, giving context and insights to many ornaments long forgotten to time, and there were plenty of ornaments to pick from. Vast quantities of trinkets and keepsakes adorned the shelves and the tables, a huge collection of priceless junk collected over the past century, all living in the cottage he currently called home. He turned away from the gramophone and spoke again, adopting a more authoritative tone to his voice. "Well, you're getting one anyway. I'm sure you're desperate to end me right here and now, but that can wait. You've been hunting me for millennia, you can wait an extra five minutes," he said. The Snail kept moving. "Should we catch up from last time?" No response. "I thought so. when did we see each other last? It must've been about a couple hundred years ago," he pondered, scratching his chin with an aged hand. The answer suddenly came to him. "Oh, that's right! It was in that hut in Venezuela! I loved that place. Very homely, albeit rather chilly. I suppose some breezes can be expected if you never bother to board up the holes in the wall. And why should I have bothered? You'd have ended up reaching me anyway," He sighed, and a tear rolled down his face. "We've had a good life, you know that? You and me, it hasn't been so bad. It's just..." He wiped his face. "I wish I'd spent a bit more time thinking instead of running. I've been running for too long, always on edge, always terrified of you and your consequences. All I ever did when I saw you was run, and that never left room for me to appreciate your company for what it was. Time with a friend," he chuckled. "Heh, "friend". It feels strange to say but, you're the closest thing I've had to a friend in a long time."
The Snail kept moving. It was off the rug now.
"Of course, I've had friends. Countless, in fact. You don't make it to this age without making a few pals, you know? But when you grow as old as me, long-lasting friendships don't actually end up lasting that long. I meet them, we have a good time, then they go," He sighed. He rubbed his eyes and continued, a solemn edge to his voice. "Just like that. And it hurt, when they went. It hurt so much. And I never knew why." He was sobbing now, his face streaming with tears. "And you know what?" He wiped his face, washing off the tears and the compassion and all the stupid emotions that had held him back for so long. He took a deep breath, and his face darkened. "It's not fair." He picked up the gramophone, still crackling away. "Why did I have to be the special one?" He spat, his face creasing with anger. "Why do I have to spend my life living in fear and sadness and loathing? Why couldn't it have been anybody else? It always had to be me, didn't it? I was screwed from the start, just because fate thought so! It's just NOT FAIR!" Without a second thought, he threw the gramophone at the Snail with as much force as he could muster. It shattered instantly, letting out a final discordant crunch as it burst into thousands of pieces. But the Snail kept moving, completely unfazed by the attack. He kept throwing things, each one doing as little damage as the last. "I was meant to be above them all! I'm supposed to be a God! Why the HELL am I so weak!?" He went to grab another ornament from the shelf behind him, but he simply clutched at thin air. He spun round, seeing the top row empty, the contents now in pieces on the floor. In one last desperate fit of rage, he grabbed the back and toppled the entire thing on his tormentor. After a minute of pained silence, the dust cleared, and underneath the rubble, the Snail kept moving.
He didn't really know what to expect, but either the effort or the futility caught him off-guard, and he came to his senses. He stumbled over the rubble to his armchair, where he pushed it against a misty window, as far away from the Snail as possible. He slumped down, suddenly feeling his age catching up with him. "God, I'm not as young as I was. What I wouldn't do to get some of my youth back, eh?" He chuckled, and glanced at the Snail emerging from the dusty wreckage before him. It kept moving. "Sorry for losing my temper, that wasn't very good of me. I guess a little tantrum was a long time coming, what with the constant anxiety I've been feeling. It's just..." He took a breath. "I can't help but feel like I've been doing everything wrong. There's never enough time to do everything, but it still feels awful when you can't do it," He thought for a second. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't think I'll ever be happy, no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise. And, truth be told, I haven't been all that cheerful in a while. In fact, I've been bored stiff. It's a pretty lonely experience, being immortal. The last one went away years ago, and it wasn't grand or awe-inspiring or anything, it was just death. I was there by their side and they seemed grateful for the company; then they breathed their last breath and I was lonely, just like that. And now I'm here, half a millennium later, lonely ever since," he let out a deep gasp, not even aware until now that he'd run out of breath, or that salty tears were streaming down his face, or that his nose was running across his mouth. He wiped away the tears, sniffed back the snot, and continued. "I've lived so long with next to no fear of dying, and I don't think that means I even lived in the first place," another sigh escaped him, but his face was steel. "And I'm tired of not living," his voice wobbled. "So I've decided to stop." The tears kept streaming down his face, each one more bitter than the last. He tried wiping them away, but more kept coming, never ceasing, never stopping. Meanwhile, the Snail kept moving. It was less than a metre away now. He gathered his thoughts, finally managed to dry his face, and stood up, finished. "Well, I've said my piece. Come." He strode over to the front door, pushing down the handle and giving it a hard barge with his shoulder to open it. It swung outward, and he stepped outside into the crisp morning air.
The grass was wet with morning dew, catching the early rays of light and sparkling like a field of stars. A raven croaked a couple of times, and flew off into the brightening sky, disappearing into the horizon. Breathing in the cold air, he sighed, then set off on one last walk around the garden. A final pensive stroll before he could finally see what all the fuss was about. He walked down the patio steps and across the decking. He hopped over the little stream by the firepit and ran a gentle hand across the beech tree as he strode past. He drank in every memory, savoured every last moment he got to spend here; the crunch of the sticks as they snapped underfoot, the whispering trickle of the stream as it flowed through the garden, the calm scent of the snowdrops as he took in his final breaths. Every moment was cherished; every single feeling and thought was savoured; this wasn't just a walk across a pretty garden, this was special.
He wanted these seconds to last forever, to remain in a perfect snapshot of brilliance for all eternity. To gaze at the burning sky and bathe in nature until time itself gave up.
But he knew he couldn't.
And he was fine with that.
After his walk, he ended up back at the lawn, now bathed in the warm orange glow of the rising sun. The Snail was there too, a little brown speck nestled amongst the grass about ten metres away; it had stopped moving now. He started to walk, nervous but confident. Cold waves of fear washed over, but he took them on the chin and pressed onward. Each step he took required more effort, his legs getting heavier and heavier as he marched towards his death, getting closer and closer; before finally coming to a stop. The Snail was just in front of him, about half a meter away; it seemed peaceful, simply sitting there, waiting for his touch. And he was just as ready as it was. Now he was finally here, he didn't feel scared at all. He just felt a bittersweet sort of happiness.
"Alright," A smile shone on his face as he knelt down on the lawn, closer to the Snail than he'd ever been. "It's been an honour."
The sun shined. The wind was still. The birds were quiet. He raised a finger, closed his eyes, and softly touched the Snail.

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I'm 24, I've been travelling on/off since I was eighteen
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18-20, I spent in Europe/Southeast Asia/Morocco
I've seen enough of all three.
21-22 Hitchhiked back to US, San Francisco, I went back to school to get my high school diploma and recovered from crazy kine travel with no money
22-23 Travelled through Mexico, 10 days in El Salvador, lol. I don't think I'll ever go back to those countries despite how lovely they were respectively.
23-24 Went to Hawaii and started college, got a job in an office, and spending my days in the library. I hang with the homebumz in Hawaii though once in a while, sitting on the curb, rocking doc Martens and thrift shop jeans
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Fuck I'm from group homes and crazy shit, I want to go back on the road again but I gotta have a place to go home to. I was wondering if others felt the same. I'm not a yuppie (I'm not invalidating you if you are, I'm just telling you who I am). I spange-ed, I asked people for a floor or couch,
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I slept in beds of strangers, been punched on the road, slept in floors, eating lobster off EBT:)) rarely paid for a ticket, hitchhiking, sleeping wherever. best times of my life. I wanna build something in Puna, Hawaii
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https://www.gohawaii.com/islands/hawaii-big-island/regions/puna
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It's a magical district full of Bohemians, outcasts, homeless people, vagabonds, the mentally ill, retired CIA agents, people on the run from the police, artists, travellers, professionals, sculptors, foreigners, hippies, marijuana farmers, those looking for cheap land, outlaws, authors, communes, farmers of various fruits and whatever else. the land is cheap. $10,000- to $20,000.
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we could build a dome or an off the grid thing, I don't know. I've asked my train hopping buddy but as you know he just hit the next thing smoking. thanks.

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Video game publisher Take-Two has one of the biggest video game franchises on the market thanks to Grand Theft Auto. The latest game in the franchise is GTA V, which is still incredibly popular despite having launched way back in 2013. Recently, Take-Two filed a 10-K with the SEC that shows what the company plans to spend on marketing over the next five years. That form showed that in fiscal 2024, more money would be spent on marketing than any other fiscal year over the next five years.
The marketing spend for fiscal 2024 ending March 31, 2024, is $89 million, more than twice the amount for other years listed on the form. Analyst Jeff Cohen from investment firm Stephens believes that massive marketing budget will coincide with the launch GTA VI. In other words, the filing suggests the highly anticipated video game may be several more years out than many fans expected.
gta v planes Being a publicly-traded company, Take-Two is required to file a 10-K with financial details each year that outlines its marketing spending for the next five years. The last 10-K form filed in May 2019 showed a spike in marketing costs in fiscal 2023, but that spike has now been shifted to fiscal 2024. Many companies have delayed major projects by a year due to the coronavirus pandemic that forced workers to operate from home and shut down production across the world.
Cohen pointed out that marketing spending has been an accurate predictor of the launch of major games from Take-Two in the past. For example, a marketing spending increase was noted on the 10-K form during the launch year for Red Dead Redemption 2, well before that game was announced. GTA VI is expected to launch sometime between April 2023 and March 2024 according to the filing, assuming there are no further delays.
Past rumors suggested a 2021 launch date, so a launch no sooner than April 2023 is a long time away for gamers. With GTA V and GTA Online still incredibly popular, Rockstar wouldn't be in a rush to launch the new game. And a delayed launch would also ensure that the game is optimized for next-generation Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 consoles.

We went to Dave and Busters as a belated birthday meet up. The entire establishment at 7:00pm on a Sunday was swarming with parents and kids. Each couple I did see had three to five kids, it was crazy! Nothing out of the ordinary but the cashier was louder than all of these familys, "I CAN HELP THE NEXT PERSON!!!" I can hear her annoyance and seething rage, she lives in a box at the entrance to a zoo where nobody knows what the fuck they are doing. (A reason I quit working with the general public.) We buy some credits to play games, she blasts through her script that she's only said 50,000 times during her shift, of how many credits we got, and yells out again that she's ready for the next idiot in line before we are even handed the receipt.
We wander the game room while we waited for 2 hours for a table to eat at. And when we finally sat down the restaurant side was a ghost town. We asked our waitress to split our checks and she says "If I do that the food will come out one at a time rather than all at once." We figured we'd all be talking and whatever so fine we said... que the orders coming out 15 mins apart... by the time I started eating half the table had finished.
I sat next to bestie's wife, because I wanted to have an opportunity to smooth out the last kerfuffle (see my first post of how memes from kidsarefuckingstupid are offensive) and while it was brought up, the conversation didn't linger, and apologies were had, but a little nugget she shared is why she wants a kid - as she never had a family of her own (entire life in foster care until 18) so she's gonna do it herself, along with the "I always had this desire to have my own."
So selfish reasons like the usual moms in limbo lala land.
My bestie works his ass off at a home improvement store, been there for almost 10 years, and she reveals that he doesn't use work insurance. Deductible too high and benefits are meh for someone like him (diabetic) to really benefit. So they pay insurance out of pocket despite working for a million, billion dollar company. His life revolves around work, and because he has done cl-open shifts, 12 plus hours, ect. Work has no problem keeping him working those shifts.
And while I'm not focused on thier need to get knocked up, I think of all these things... where will they have any time to actually spend with their kid... then on top of it there's weekly school shootings???
My niblet is failing scool at 12 years old, and I know they see the writing on the wall as I did in ye olde 90's. There's no point to doing well in school, as it doesn't help to get a job anyway. And my sister has done everything in her power to help, therapy (they don't talk to the therapist), after school camp, one on one... and my sister feels helpless and I don't want to be cruel, but like, shit, you know how shit this world is and yet here we are running in the same rat-wheel for that same carrot on the stick. Her life, my life, my niblet's life... we're all rats.
I saw that article of the Guardian saying that we are dancing ever closer to an extinction if (and they will) temperatures keep rising.
I think there's too much ignorance... but also who can give a fuck when they're a paycheck away from being evicted? It's why we haven't rioted like the French -- that and 40% of people love bootlicking and 1% doesn't have a clue that you can get a pizza delivered because they fly to Paris for a bagel and Japan for a rice ball and be back in their mansion before nightfall.
They're already building luxury bunkers to waste away in a hole I guess...
Anyway, I wasted $120 in an establishment that didn't have any toilet paper in the entire women's bathroom while I got a perfect mini slice of what a shit-show life is.

Hi. Firstly, let me say that I'm F playing M (bottom) and I am welcome to any gender who is also willing to play M (top). Some people aren't into that and I want to be transparent.
I have a couple ideas that have been burning in the back of my mind lately involving a world akin to the movie Luca, but with a dark twist. Fair warning, I absolutely want to do nsfw, but I want to build up to it slowly. I want to be INVESTED in their relationship, I want our characters to go through angst and drama and awkward confessions, the good stuff! And I'd love to incorporate any ideas you may have into the world as well if it fits.
Before I get to the scenario ideas I had, I wanted to lay out the basics of the world. The creatures involved have been given many names by humans. Sirens, merfolk, sea monsters... but the creatures themselves call their kind "lochni." Humans had only discovered their kind in the 2 decades, and as most humans tend to, the general consensus was the fear of the unknown. They're monsters. Sharp teeth, claws, a strength that surpassed most humans... so humans did what humans did best. They killed.
Not all humans. There were some small countries or isolated island communities that welcomed the merfolk into their population, but for most of the world the hunting of lochni was legal, and in fact, could pay out a pretty penny. Lochni tended to come in bright, vibrant colors, making their skins sought after from everything from loch-skin rugs to designer scale fashion.
Furthermore, with having only recently been discovered, many marine biologists received government backing to study the impending threat. There is always a need. And where there is a need, there is a supplier. Poachers patrol the waters for lost stragglers who'd be easy catches. Big enough ships go bolder, raking their nets through undersea communities and taking whatever is caught. Man. Woman. Child. It all pays.
The oceans arent their only hunting grounds though. Its a known fact that lochni bodies transform once their scales dry, turning human. Most places welcomed the poachers with open arms, encouraging them to find these monsters in disguise living among them at any means necessary. But for those small few communities that lived with the lochni, they weren't welcome.
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Idea 1
Human(T) x lochni(b) taboo. Your character is a human. He falls into the water and nearly drowns when he becomes tangled in the loose docking rope towing behind his still sailing boat. My character, a lochni, cuts the rope with his claws, effectively saving YC's life before disappearing back into the ocean. Days later YC is sailing through a tough storm when he somehow manages to see a figure through the rain and churning waves. It's the same lochni that saved him days prior. His unconscious and battered body was draped over jutting rocks in the shallows of a small sand bank. He decides its time to repay the favor and pull him aboard.
After taking him home YC does his best to provide amature medical care. The broken leg his splinted and his torn fins are bandaged down against his arms to hopefully heal. But when the morning after the storm comes, he opens the spare room to find no sea monster in the guest bed, but a human. A feisty, stubborn human who refuses to stay off his broken leg or let him help him in any way shape or form. Suddenly he is in charge of an ungrateful brat who seems dead set on returning to the ocean with a broken leg and damaged fins.
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Idea 2
They're both lochnis. Theyve known each other for a long time. Maybe they're friends, maybe they're rivals, but there's definitely nothing romantic between them, at first at least. But after being captured and taken to an experimental facility they grow close in their joint captivity, leaning on each other for support and waiting for the day the humans in their clean white coats slip up and they can escape. But it takes months. Maybe even a year? They've both been put through so much, put through borderline torture to the point they were both weak and submissive to any demands their captors give them. But that's what makes the white coats lower their guard. Together, they escape back into the ocean, but they'd never be able to escape what they've been put through.
But then what? They've grown romantically close, having trauma bonded inside the facility. Unlike humans, male x male relationships were unheard of for their kind. Their whole culture was about raising the next generation. How can you do that with another man? Merging back into their home village they have to decide to either try to forget everything that happened the last few months or keep exploring their feelings in secret.
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Feel free to also hit me with a prompt of your own that's related to this world!
Important note: I'm not single, I will not flirt with my RP partners. I'm here to write a fictional story with fictional characters. I'm open to friendships, but not relationships. I hate to make it blunt, but there are a lot of people who STILL cross that line after being told this and have to get hit with the block button.

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im not gonna bullshit around what happened. here it is, and I am not afraid to be criticized so please please please, I want to be better:
I (22F) and my ex (26M) have been in a beautiful, loving relationship for about 9 months. We met last year, and we fell deep in love with one another. Our values, beliefs, goals, and future. lifestyles, family, preferences ALL LINED UP. And attraction, amazing sex life, and respect, we were each other BEST FRIENDS. We treated each other with unconditional love and care. Anytime we "fought" in person, it was easily resolved because we always argued with respect and passion, and always understood one another, even if it hurts. We were very healthy and compatible.
However, 3 months ago, my bf (at the time) had to go on a 3-month work trip (which he is still there and I am in our home city). We planned to stay together and make it work. However, because his career hit an exponential rise in workload, our initial plans to "stay in touch" began to dissipate.
Now, out of our 9 months together, THIS specific month was too much to compromise. I am about to explain what happened, and I would love to hear outside perspectives if this is something that is "normal" in relationships, and can be reconciled if the love truly is unconditional.
I want to give you traits as to who I am, and who he is, as a person. Because these factors really make or break relationships.
Both, my partner and I share similar core traits that we love about each other- Compassion, self-awareness, understanding, empathy, kind, ambitious, family oriented. We also are very very sensitive. We both are very sensitive to each other's moods and tones and can read each other like a book.
My ex (26M) is very mature, well rounded, self-sufficient, and confidence. Basically, this man is an amazing person. He is beautiful inside and out. Of course people have flaws, but I was able to love his flaws while we were together. and He loved me for that. We never had any malicious or evil intent. No game-playing, no lying, no deception. He is pure genuine love.
Now, I would describe myself the same way. I have so much love for the world, and I am dedicated to becoming a child psychologist to fulfill my need to heal. However, I struggle with regulating my emotions when specific triggered appear.
the thing is, everyone, EVERYONE, has "Demons", "triggers" child hood trauma...
And my ex (26M) has effectively been able to work on his issues and keep up with them (ofc he would slip up a couple times, but easily forgivable).
But, since I am (22F) with not much life or romantic experience. So I fucked up. I FUCKED UP REDDIT. I let an immature survival response scare the man I love away.
This month, while he's been away on work, the phone communication was cut almost more than half. His work had gotten so busy, that he didn't realize that his free time would have been so taken up. And be basically uninvited me to come visit him for 2 reasons: 1. He is very busy, and wants to focus on his work, 2. He could tell I was struggling mentally and suggested I reach out to my family or friends so he doesn't need to worry about me all the time.
I struggle with "depressive" and "manic" episodes, however, they are very rare because I am medicated, and treated. My boyfriend always knew of my issues, but never became an issue. until we were away for each other for 3 months, I regressed 20 years and became an ADULT BABY. I mean, I was screaming, crying, on the phone. Blowing his phone up like a crazy crazy person. He asked for a break, but since I was out of my mind, I flipped out again.
I called him 4 days ago, he answered aggressively. He rarely gets angry or holds a grudge. Bit He told me I crossed his boundaries, and that he is so overwhelmed that he cant give me anything anymore. He said I don't believe him when he says he loves me, and that he is coming back for me. So he broke up with me. He said to not reach out and he wouldn't reach out.
We haven't spoken in almost a week.
I am devastated. It snapped me completely out of that manic craze.I am faced with the consequences of taking love for granted.
I know my fault, I want to be better, and I am getting better. My whole perspective of who I am , and who I REALLY WANT TO BE is so clear now. And I know I NEVER want to be that girl again.
I am grieving over the loss that someone who told me our love was special and doesn't lie, yet it somehow still ended because of an immature stupid mistake that sensibly would scare a man away forever.
My ex arrives back to our home city full time in THREE WEEKS.
We still have each others stuff. I am watching his plants, clothes, keys. wtc.
All our families and friends still follow each other and view each other's stories. even after a week of no contact.
My ex also said he really doesn't want to break up with me, but he has no choice. I cqnnot decifer if that means he will forgive and reach out, or if he throws away anyone with one sight of a red flag.
But the type of person he is, he knows, people define who they are by the mistakes they never do again. He believes its how people grow and conquer that define character. and if he is that mature, I believe he may be open to allowing me to properly apologize in person.
If I really really know who he is based on our beautiful relationship and love, there is NO WAY in which he would leave our very last phone call the way it ended over ONE heated misunderstanding:(. My gut tells me he will reach out when he is back, and is settled, and is healed from the trauma I caused him. and honestly, he is such a beautiful person, that I wouldn't be angry if he never reached out. Because I know I took for granted true love, and its my responsibility to pick up the pieces.
I just know, once we look into each others eyes again, after 3 months of tragic heart ache, all the unfinished sensations of awe, attraction, mysteriousness, and passion. I truly feel our love was special. And once he is reminded of all the healthy and amazing memories when he is settled back home after a stressful 3 month work trip, maybe he will reach out. maybe he will want his stuff.
And that can be my moment is just show him, even if its a 5 second goodbye, that I am healthier, happier, and more independent than before. I want to glow. I want to glow even brighter than when he first fell in love with me
And he will see how my flaws are beautiful, just like how I see his flaws as beautiful.
Or am i in denial?
did i lose true love?