I work at an animal shelter in northeast Florida and take this little dude on my lunch break everyday. My guy loves Taco Bell and someone may or may not have taken him on a few blunt drives. He's the perfect beach buddy and smoking sesh pal. Loves long car rides. Overall super cool little guy.
However he bites like a mf'er when he wants to, which can be often if you're trying to take his shit away or try to reach into his space without invitation. He's been returned to the shelter for biting people too many times and is probably on his last shot.
I feel like he's the perfect stoner dog. He's like a cat in a dog body. So I thought I'd take a chance and post him here for a little exposure. His next home has to be for life and they have to be willing to deal with his spicy attitude. But if you just feed the little dude tacos and blow some second hand smoke his way, he could be your bff. Dingo will eat your bebe

After my friend’s MMC recently, I was incredibly nervous for my 10 week OB appointment. They scheduled it for 2 hours long, so I figured it was going to be a big grand appointment with an ultrasound and seeing our little peanut and all the bells and whistles. We ended up seeing an RN for about 20 minutes and my midwife for about 20 minutes. Did a bunch of blood work and no ultrasound scheduled. My midwife couldn’t find the heartbeat on the Doppler, so to reassure me she did an informal bedside ultrasound. She reminded me she wasn’t a sonographer so she can’t promise we’d see anything. She was able to find the little peanut and see a heartbeat, but it wasn’t terribly reassuring to me. It looked no different than my 6w 4d dating scan, honestly. She assured me there was nothing to worry about and sent me on my way.
I left the appointment disappointed that we didn’t really get to SEE our little peanut growing and healthy, so on a whim I scheduled an appointment at a private ultrasound clinic. It was 1000% worth it, y’all! Went in, got to see our little peanut (who is looking more like a gummy bear these days). Got a strong heartbeat reading at 169 bpm and saw little arms and legs. Peanut even bounced around for us! We got sent home with printouts as well as a thumb drive with about 2 doz photos and videos on a flash drive! I couldn’t be more excited and I am over the moon. It all feels so much more real!
In light of a healthy scan, I’m itching to begin baby prep! When are you planning on buying baby items or working on any must-finish house projects before baby arrives?

Hi all,
Does anyone else have significant wifi issues with Cox? I work from home and our internet has been terrible, I am losing it! Over the past four months, we have increased our speed twice and end up paying more each time we connect with Cox Support. Does anyone else have this issue?
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this!
For context, I live near the JT Highway and 199 Intersection (Food Lion / Taco Bell shopping center). Not sure if this can be chalked up to location within Williamsburg.

Okay so, I had known my friend for a while we had been friends since 5 grade and at the time of this first encounter I was at the end of my 8th grade year during the summer before starting high school. I wanted to hang out with my friend over the summer time because we had never got to hang out because we were always so busy. So in order to build some trust between my parents and his dad. My dad decided to to meet with his dad and it turned out that my friends dad was a friend of my uncles who worked together at the electric company which was weird because my uncle never mentioned anything about him or never came around to any events that we had. So after a few encounter with my friends dad Michael which was his name the first thing I noticed was that he was 6ft tall looked to weigh around 215 pounds with a medium size belly and hairy. This first encounter with him my dad had dropped me off over his house in order for his dad to take me and my friend to a fun park. When he opened the door and greeted me he said come in. Shawn is in the shower but he will be out in a few minutes then I can get dressed and then we will leave. I said okay! As I noticed he was wearing a black durag. A white t shirt and black basketball shorts he kind of had a big butt for a guy so his shorts was eating his ass. I remember he saying sit down and make yourself at home and I remember sitting down on the leather love seat in the corner of the room and he sat on the opposite side of the room in a leather recliner. After sitting there for a while I started to smell a funky smell of rotting eggs. I started sniffing around and he looked over and saw me and said “Sorry About That Man” while waving his hand back and forth under his ass. And I put my hand over my nose and said “OMG did you just fart”. And he replied and laughed “ Just Fart? I Been Ripping Silent Ones Since We Sat Down” I replied man you stink. He laughed and replied “ I Know” while he lifted his ass off of the leather cushion and grunted but nothing was heard. And after he replied “ Ooooh It’s Another Silent One” while waving the fart in my direction. And he laughed after that he got up and went to the back of his house to his bedroom. I got up and went over to where he was sitting and I put my nose right in the middle of the leather recliner where he had been ripping those silent farts and the smell was over powering it was like the layering of each fart stacked on top of the other as he let them go. But I got a little too carried away and not realized that he had came back into the room and was looking at me. He said “ What The Hell Are You Doing” I quickly hopped up and said nothing I was just looking around for something. And replied laughed and replied “ You Sure Because It Looked Like You We’re Sniffing The Cushion” and my face just froze. And he replied “ You Like That Smell” ? “That’s A Man’s Smell. And like an idiot I replied yes I do. And I remember him laughing and saying “ Oh Well Your Going To Like This One Then” I replied what do you mean ? He turned around with his ass facing my way and said “Come Here” so I went to him got down on my knees and put my face right between the center of his big round ass and he push my head in and grunted really hard. harder than what he did while sitting down and with time I heard something BLAAARP and it was big it was so big it vibrated across my face and he let out the biggest sigh of relief and pushed my head in further while shaking his face in my face saying laughing say “Ohhhhh Man That Felt and Smells So Good” he told to say thank you for the Taco Bell and then he left my head go while I’m still on the floor he waved his hand behind his ass and fanned it saying “ Damn Man You Smell Like Eggs and Ass Now” as he continued laughing and walking down the hall to his bedroom.

(edited to add some fit pics because I love my clothes and am very active on femalefashionadvice anyway! now editing to add CAT TAX so the first photo on mobile isn't my legs. These are my darling children fighting each other. Okay continue!)
Hi! My job is pretty public so I’ve left out a lot of detail for privacy reasons, but happy to answer all q’s in the comments. All $$ and main points are accurate.
TLDR: I ask for a raise, play Dungeons and Dragons, dress as if it's not 25 degrees outside, spend too much money on stupid things, buy drinks I don't remember, go to a flower conservatory and speculate if my therapist is my neighbor.

ASSETS AND DEBT

Retirement balance: Around $10,000. I contribute 8% every paycheck.
Equity: My car is probably worth around $6,000 now.
Savings account balance: ~$15,000. $10k is in a “never touch” long term account and $5k is in a separate account divided into “buckets” for short-term things like travel, major home purchases and small emergencies.
Checking account balance: $1,100, but I only use my credit card (currently at $300 as of the beginning of this diary).
Student loan debt: None. I was in a bad accident when I was less than a year old; my parents invested the settlement wisely and it paid for 3 years of a state college. I worked my ass off to graduate in that time frame.

INCOME

Income progression: I’ve been working in my field for almost 3 years. I started at a very small news outlet making $33,000, which is actually a great salary for a new grad in journalism, but it wasn’t stable. An editor took a chance on me and I landed my current job for what I thought, at the time, was a more than fair $60,000. I received a 5% raise last year, bringing me to my current salary.
JSYK: $60k is an amazing salary in journalism and I recognize how lucky I am!
Main job monthly take home: $3,600 after tax and retirement contributions. I am still on my parent’s insurance plans but do not receive any financial assistance otherwise.

EXPENSES

Rent: $1,450 for a 2-bedroom in an amazing, very trendy neighborhood. I live alone and cannot emphasize what a steal this place is.
Utilities: $30ish for electric, $60 for wifi. Everything else is paid by the landlord.
Retirement contributions: An additional $100 a month on top of the 8% to a separate fund.
Savings contributions: This varies. I currently contribute $250 a month to my long-term savings and lately around $100-$200 to short-term.
Subscriptions: $4 for New York Times, $16 for Hulu (for family), $2 to Jenny Nicholson’s Patreon, $11 for Peacock, $1 for my phone call recording app. Everything else shared among friends and fam.
Cell phone/health insurance/car insurance/payments: Covered by parents until I’m 26. I worked three jobs simultaneously for most of college and bought my car outright when I graduated.
Pet expenses: $60 a month for fancy food, those spoiled fucks.
Mental health: Right now, around $300/month, but this will go up soon.
I have several mental health disorders, including bipolar disorder, an anxiety disorder and ADHD. I’ve seen a therapist for two years (now down to two sessions a month, $85 per session), a psychiatrist for medication check-ins ($75 per session, 1 session/month), and currently take five prescribed medications.
The price of four of my medications, combined, is $65 for a 30-day supply. But I discovered my life-changer medication after 6 years of experimenting, only to realize it doesn’t have a generic version. I managed to get a 90 day supply for cheap ($245) since we hit our deductible in late December, but when I run out March 31, it will be $400 a month. I try not to think about it.
My pharmacists and I are on a first-name basis and they’ve signed me up for every program under the sun, but other than the savings card (which knocks a whole $30 off), I don’t qualify for anything. It should go generic by early next year, so I’ve been saving extra to hopefully get me through it by then.

On to the Money Diary...

Monday

8:00am: Wake up to actual sun! It’s been gloomy for what feels like forever here. Let the cats in (they’re banned from my room at night until they learn to stop stepping on my face while I sleep) and give them kisses on the forehead for being such good boys.
8:30am: Get ready while eating a microwaved breakfast sandwich. I did my hair Saturday night, so I just curl it and put on my regular face. (brows, eyeliner, mascara, concealer, foundation, blush, lipstick, setting spray.) Takes about 20 minutes; I dress in jeans and a chunky orange sweater with matching earrings and lipstick.
9:00am: I begin rehearsing for my noon meeting about salary!
To make a very long story short for privacy reasons, I’ve been doing the work of three people for almost a year as people quit/they freeze hiring. I recently discovered people are currently being hired for my same position, with much less responsibility, at over $100,000. I’d been debating asking for a reevaluation for months, but this kicked my ass into gear. I requested a meeting with my direct superior today and plan to ask for $85-$90k. Shoot for the stars, I guess.
11:45am: I’ve done some work today, but have mostly been walking around the house practicing my talking points. Text my boyfriend H. for encouragement and he delivers.
12:40pm: Talk to my superior. I wasn’t expecting to say this, but I think I actually have a great shot at a big raise. My editor seemed to agree completely and said they’ll bring it to their superior tomorrow. I text my friends, H and my dad about it.
3:30pm: Mondays and Tuesdays are typically my lightest days at work, and today was thankfully no exception. File and edit my story, then decide to go out and get some photos for an upcoming story and footage for an Instagram reel (I also started and run all of our social media accounts, solo, which includes 2-3 posts a day and additional reels).
5:30pm: I get the videos, make and post an Instagram reel, sit in my car, start thinking about being perceived by so many strangers and freak out a little bit.
6:00pm: H texts me he’s going for a ride!! Long story short, he had cancer last year and hasn’t been able to ride his motorcycle since September. I get all excited with him and happy cry in my car for a little, thankful that he’s cancer free.
7:00pm: I stayed out working way longer than I meant to! Home now. I do laundry and curse whoever let me live on the top floor of a building that only has laundry in the basement. I climbed 25 flights of stairs today.
8:00pm: Almost pass out during one of the stair climbs again and force myself to eat leftover pasta with meat sauce. I started a new medication that entirely eliminates my appetite, and I keep letting myself nearly faint before I’ll sit to eat. I’m trying to eat better, but I am allowing myself to temporarily eat anything because at least I’m consuming food. I’m working on it.
9:30pm: I practice piano for an hour or so, then text R., my lifelong best friend/ex (even longer story) about a piano song I’m working on that’s inspired by our Dungeons and Dragons campaign they DM. I send them some voice memos of what I’ve got so far and they love it!
10:00pm: I start Poker Face while folding laundry. Natasha Lyonne reminds me why I identify as queer.
11:30pm: Shower (with hair wash), make popcorn (air-popped for life), try to go to bed.
1:00am: Actually fall asleep.
Total: $0

Tuesday

7:30am: I finally stop hitting the snooze button, hop into the shower to wet my hair, and run out of hot water within five minutes. I hate it here.
8:00am: Give myself a blowout (I do this once every three days — takes about 30 minutes but then only needs touchups to look great!), do my face, eat a breakfast sandwich, dress in a sleeveless, mock-neck forest green shirt with matching earrings, vintage brown velvet high rise pants (they’re cooler than it sounds I swear) and rings. I’ve got a very forest nymph vibe right now. It’s 40 degrees outside, baby!
9:00am: Put on a city meeting to record it while starting the rest of my day. I’ve got a ton of my own meetings but this one is what my story will be based around, so I’m transcribing it on my phone as I work on my laptop.
10:00am: Meet with leadership about an early-career journalist initiative I’ve been pushing for at my company. They tell me they got approval and it will launch next month!!
12:00pm: That meeting my story was based around? Yeah, it JUST finished. I’ve written about half the piece already as it went and cram to get it done and edited before my next meeting.
1:30pm: Another meeting that could have been an email, but during it, I get a DM from a former professor of mine. I went mini viral on Twitter today and I guess it showed up on her timeline! She asks if I’ll speak at her class next month — a class that I took only three years ago. I try to get over my imposter syndrome and tell her I’d love to.
2:30pm: I finish up the rest of my assignments and start working ahead on tomorrow’s. I’m totally not comparing my editor’s G-cal with their bosses to see when that meeting about my pay might be happening.
3:30pm: Realize I feel faint and forgot to eat lunch, make ramen, read articles from competing outlets and brainstorm ideas for my story list.
4:30pm: Text H. about coming over, and he says yes! No word yet from my editor! I’m worried!
5:00pm: Well. I find out that the person on a team that worked closely with mine just quit after less than two weeks. I know he was getting paid 90k, and they’re trying to backfill his position immediately. I’m genuinely shocked and worry that this will negatively influence any raise I would have received. I destress by practicing piano.
6:00pm: H. comes over and we walk to the natural foods co-op near me. I’m typically an Aldi girl, but my dad raised me to splurge on the right things —like good meat, dairy products and bread. Plus, I love supporting local, it’s much easier to buy small amounts of food for just one person and I’ve barely been eating anything. If I buy good (and $$) food, it’s more likely I’ll actually consume something.
I buy two organic chicken breasts ($6) and a cup of shredded cheese ($2) from a farm upstate, plus two boxes of Annie’s mac ($2.50). I may be a 20-something in the Midwest writing a money diary, but I do not steal from the co-op. $10.57
6:30pm: I remember I ran out of good popcorn kernels and H. needs some other things, so H. and I walk to a bougie grocery store that carries it ($7). I also buy fancy rosemary olive oil bread ($6), tortillas ($2.50) and locally-made ice cream ($7). $22.73
7:00pm: H. and I make tacos and get high on my balcony. Love him so much.
8:00pm: We watch Brooklyn 99, I play him some new songs I’ve been working on (playing piano while high rocks), we have sex, scroll through Reddit together and cuddle my cats. Love him so much x100000.
11:00pm: H. heads home, I make popcorn (I bought a different kind this time and it’s bad! I’m sad!), try not to stress about work, stress about work, do my skincare routine (go to a dermatologist y’all, that prescription stuff will change your life) and practice piano again to try and get my stress out.
12:30am: Fall asleep.
Total:$33.30

Wednesday

8:00am: Snooze until 8:15. Thank god for my hair being done already; I do my makeup and shoo my cats off my vanity, put on a vintage blue-gray cashmere turtleneck with ‘80s chunky gold hoops and a delicate gold necklace, and sweatpants. ZOOM READY.
8:45am: For the first time in a week, I actually sit down and eat a real breakfast (fancy cream cheese on the fancy bread). Feels good.
9:00am: I find out via another reporter that my scoop on a restaurant takeover was the way all the employees found out they got fired. Well, shit.
10:00am: Meet with my team first, then a 1-on-1 with my former boss/mentor. She hired and managed me for two years but was promoted a few months ago; We still have regular meetings to hang out and talk about my career.
I tell her about my raise ask without mentioning how big it was; she tells me she’s all in favor but to not expect much. I feel guilty asking for so much money, even though she doesn’t intend that. Without me asking, she drafts an email to the person who would decide the amount and tells me the subject line: “Why *** is transformational to .” She’s not exaggerating, and we both know it. I thank her profusely and have a little more hope.
11:00am: My recent stories and social posts are killing it; this is my best week this month. I breathe a sigh of relief that this is at least a good time for bosses to check in on my content.
12:00: Redo a coworker’s work. It’s not their fault — they were assigned a story in my coverage area despite not living here — but it’s a little frustrating.
1:00pm-3:00pm: Work, meetings, work, work. It’s been a boring day.
3:30pm: I get charged a day early for a goddamn subscription to Scribd. I had set a reminder to cancel for today, since it was supposed to charge me tomorrow. I cancel immediately but am too mentally drained to fight the charge. $12.87
4:30pm: My boss tells me they don’t know what to do about my raise and I need to talk to HR. Which makes no sense to me considering they are my boss, but I reach out anyway.
5:30pm: Pack up and head over to my friends’ house for Dungeons and Dragons. R. started running campaigns for me and a group of our friends when we were together — R. and I ended our romantic relationship a while ago, but we’re still the best of friends and our group has played together weekly for nearly four years. It’s the highlight of my week. One friend bought the Chinese food this time (A DND tradition) and I Venmo him my portion + a little extra for tip and gas. $13
7:30pm: It’s unhinged energy at the table tonight. We haven’t had the full group together in over a month and we’re at peak insanity. R. is all for it, thankfully — some Dungeon Masters get really strict about staying serious, but we go off on dumb side tangents and quests constantly. It’s way more fun.
8:00pm: For the first time in days, I’m actually really hungry. I ask if anyone wants to GoPuff some snacks and we get a bunch of junk food. They ask what I owe them but I tell them nothing; we’re the same age, but my friends are all students who also work side jobs. When I was working all my jobs in college, I swore to myself when I made enough money, I’d treat my friends to silly little things. $29.33
11:00pm: We finish early tonight! I make plans with R. to see a movie later in the week and head back home with the leftover junk food.
11:40pm: It took me thirty goddamn minutes to find a parking spot and walk back to my place. I hate it here. I spend the next half hour contemplating buying $300 patio chairs on Facebook marketplace. I moved into a new apartment three times the size of my old place fairly recently; I’ve been using it as an excuse to thrift a lot. I decide to hold off.
12:30am: Bedtime.
Total: $55.20

THURSDAY

7:00am: Up and at ‘em extra early; I need to showedo my hair. It feels gross.
8:45am: Get ready, dress in a tan cashmere turtleneck, brown wide-legged pants, put on gold jewelry and my lucky gold & amber ring, and head out to a coffee shop to meet my team. Side note: All of my clothing is thrifted, I’m not making cashmere $$$. Yes, I always dress like this.
9:00am: Buy a coffee and chat with a coworker before we start. I can expense this, since we meet so rarely in person. The HR rep emails me back asking if we can meet this afternoon; I schedule the meeting for 2:30; immediately after my therapy session. My therapist will absolutely calm my nerves. ($7.48 with tip)
10:00am: One of my coworkers pulls me aside and asks if I asked for a raise based on an off-handed comment I made earlier. I tell them yes and feel a little embarrassed, but they tell me some things that happened at the company lately that give me a lot of hope. My coworker has a ton of pull at the company and we get along well; I think they’d be honest if I had no chance.
11:00am: My coworkers leave, but I order another coffee and do some more work for a bit. I’ll expense this too. ($6.28 with tip)
12:30pm: Head home, listen in on a company meeting and eat a granola bar so I don’t pass out. Submit my story.
1:30pm: Log on to my therapy session and she instantly helps. I give her my spiel as practice and she tells me I’m doubting myself by giving an $80-$90k range, then tells me I don’t have to be a perfect person to deserve a raise. I change my number to $85k on my notepad.
Side note, I’m convinced my therapist is A. my neighbor and B. reads my work in her personal life, but she just won’t tell me. I keep seeing someone that looks just like her on my block! I swear! This session is $83 but already noted in my monthly expenses. She deserves every penny.
2:20pm: My old manager texts me and says that my coworker from earlier just submitted a letter to everyone involved in my raise to tell them I deserve whatever I’m asking for. That coworker is hard to impress but very well-regarded throughout the company: this will mean a LOT. Manager adds that both of these letters mention I didn’t ask them to write it, which makes me feel better.
2:30pm: Raise talk time!!!!
2:50pm: I actually think that went well. I made all my points, including comparing how my job was 1 year ago versus now and showing off all my numbers. I’m about 10-20 years younger than almost every one of my colleagues, which has affected my pay at this company before. At the end I mention that I know I’m younger than most of my colleagues, but I believe in advocating for myself and the value I bring to the company, no matter my age. The HR rep is a woman and she seems genuinely touched; she tells me I absolutely should be asking for this much.
6:30pm: Between this morning’s team meeting, therapy and stressing over the raise, I barely got anything done, so I work late until H. comes over. I change into an oversized cream-colored silk button-down and short shorts to make it totally seem like I just lounge around looking hot. We’ve been dating on and off for 3 years, but I still try and impress him.
7:00pm: My maintenance guy installed a chain lock on my doors at my request; my downstairs neighbor has a stalker!!! Super fun and cool! H. and I realize that the chain is so long that he can reach through and unlock it himself, so we walk to the local hardware store to try and see if they’ll cut it a little shorter.
7:30pm: The employees try so hard to help me find a solution because they’re angels, but no luck. I buy a new lock to see if that chain might be shorter. $6.79
8:00pm: It is not.
8:30pm: H. and I eat leftover tacos, I do some more work after realizing more people put morning meetings on my calendar despite all my noon deadlines. We are bored as hell after I’m done, so we go through a random book of 4,000 questions I grabbed at a Little Free Library. We’re dorky but it’s a lot of fun.
10:30pm: H. leaves, I practice piano and go to sleep around midnight.
TOTAL: $6.79

FRIDAY:

7:00am: My deadlines are earlier than normal on Fridays and I have three meetings before noon, so I get up early to get ahead on the day.
8:00am: The editor in chief (!!!) sends me an email to say they booked me to speak at my alma mater without asking me. I’m terrified and pissed but too busy to think about it.
11:00am: Write about half of the stories I need to, hop into a meeting about the young professionals group I’m starting at the company, get into another meeting with two new managers I’m training in. During the meeting, I end up on the hook for another story per week (it was unavoidable); I’m already writing 6 and running social media. My workload was half that last year. I need that raise.
12:30pm: Force myself to eat leftover Chinese food so I don’t die. Stimulants are so weird. I wait for my stories to go through copy edits while getting ready for a press preview I have at 3.
2:00pm: Stories are all done!!!! Hurray! I change from my “I support the central time zone sphere drop” sweatshirt into a black turtleneck, short black skirt, tights, black boots and my favorite peridot earrings/necklace/ring combo, paired with a bright green coat. I love all black, but it’s springtime, baby!
2:30pm: I get an invite to the fanciest restaurant in the Twin Cities from its press person for a media dinner and kinda just stare at the email for a while. It’s very small but includes all the top lifestyle reporters; it would typically be $200/person. I am about 20 years younger than every other person who will be at that table; I never thought I’d be included in something like this. I say yes, of course.
3:00pm: Meet the PR person for a preview of a flower show! It’s gorgeous and will make such great Instagram content. I spend about an hour and a half creating a Reel as my phone crashes 3 separate times. I want to throw it out the window; this would typically only take me 30 minutes.
5:00pm: I’m frustrated and the work slack has been blowing up, but technically the workday is over so I go to a nearby thrift store. It’s such a good one and one of my secrets. I find another colorway of one of my favorite, just throw it on and you look cute and hot even though you’re lazy, sundresses and snap it up immediately. I also buy a long black and white sundress and a vintage 90s REVERSIBLE dress that is absolutely fantastic. It’s four sizes too big but will be very easy to alter. $20
6:15pm: Drive to Target to return some things ($10 back to me) and get general items; I buy garbage bags (why are they $10!!!), tissues, face powder, cereal, mixed vegetables, heavy whipping cream, grapes that turn out not to be seedless (wtf), and dirt to repot my plants. $36.70
7:15pm: Home! Make a vegan bacon sandwich (don’t judge) and H. picks me up so we can go to my fave dive bar — we NEVER go out so this was like pulling teeth, but he owes me. I find out my friends are also going out later tonight (a rarity) and tell him I’ll let him off the hook early if he drives me to that bar.
9:30pm: H. and I got two drinks each (it’s a dive bar, so each drink is $5) and he gets a burger and fries. He pays.
10:00pm: Meet R., our friend D., and a friend of R.’s that I don’t know. It’s an arcade bar in a cool neighborhood, so the place is packed. I buy a drink and bribe D. with a beer to drive me home later. $17 with tips
11:00pm: One of my besties, K., texts the girl group chat (the best ones!) that she just went on a 7-hour-long great date with her work crush, only for his GIRLFRIEND that he LIVES WITH to call him at the end of it. I tell her she should join us to get drunk and she calls an Uber immediately.
11:30pm: Buy a long island iced tea as K. fills my friends in. Everyone but D. is getting drunker than we have been in a while; I bum a cig. (As you do.) $11 with tip
1:00am: I do not remember buying this drink. $6.38
1:30am: I have not been this drunk in a long time but it’s very fun! D. is sober and drives each of us home; I find out in the morning that I made a mess of my kitchen drunkenly making mac and cheese.
Total: $91.08

Saturday

11:45am: UGHHHHHHHHH. I cuddle with my cats and curse past me. Thankfully I didn’t do anything actually stupid and had fun, so whatever.
12:00pm: Check my bank account to be sure I didn’t do too much damage and see I got my expenses reimbursed (around $300) + my tax return ($600)!!! An extra $900 out of nowhere!! Fuck yes!
1:00pm: Finally get up, eat and get ready. I shower, do my makeup, and spend 20 minutes quickly altering that reversible dress — it’s so 90s and reminds me of something Monica Geller would have worn in seasons 2-3 of Friends. It’s sleeveless and it’s 40 degrees outside, but it’s very long, deep red with slits on each side and gorgeous and I don’t care. I take in the waist and look hot, but like, classy. Pair with red lipstick, black boots and my black trench.
3:00pm: Get to one of my go-to coffee shops and chat with the owners a bit; I’m a regular + wrote about this place before they opened and they told me people came in because they saw my article! They offer me a free coffee but I pay anyway. Work on this money diary. $5.38
4:00pm: The one bad thing about this place is that it closes at 4. I drive to one of my go-to thrift stores; I chat with the employees when I go there and they told me to stop in today because they’re restocking some books I might be interested in. Hell yes I am. I buy 6 beautiful (and enormous) books filled with high-quality art prints, a frame for one of them, a small vase, a Ralph Lauren dress that will be perfect for my dinner this week and a cute tank. $22.46
5:30pm: Head back home and quickly eat another veggie bacon sandwich before leaving to go get R.; we made plans to see a movie tonight. I get a notification that the patio furniture I’d been eyeing for a month is half off (!!) and I can’t stop thinking about it…I did just get my tax return…
7:30pm: I buy our movie tickets, they buy the popcorn and drinks. It’s about even. This is why I don’t typically see movies at chain theaters, dammit. $29.33
9:30pm: That sure was…a movie. Yeah. We sit and yell about how dumb it was for a solid thirty minutes and I drive them back. Our other friends end up getting home at the same time, so I go inside and hang out with them.
10:30pm: I ask my friends if I should spend a lot of money. They say yes. Fuck it, I’m buying it. I finally have a patio (!!!!) and I’ve had no luck thrifting any. I get the two chairs and table set (it’s so cute and half off), an outdoor rug (so cute!!!) and some pillows/planters to match. I already have all the lights, plants, planters and vibes to fill out the rest of it. I’m so excited!!! This would typically come out of the designated savings bucket I have for home stuff (I love interior design), but I instead use the funds from my tax return. I’ll save that fund for my bedroom remodel. $390.01
11:30pm: Head home, text H. about our plans tonight and go to bed around 12:30am.
Total: $447.18

SUNDAY

8:00am: Ughhhh it’s early. H. and I tried to go to the local conservatory last week but it was so packed we couldn’t even get in (despite having tickets!). I booked us reservations for the first moment they open today, especially because they have a new flower show debuting today. I’m regretting this decision. Put on the same dress I wore yesterday because I’m lazy.
9:00am: H. picks me up and buys me coffee. I’m much less grumpy.
10:00am: Okay, this was worth getting up early for. It’s almost entirely empty and we get to sit in one of the few benches in the conservatory. I love flowers and sun and spring and hate Minnesota for taking it from me. H. and I sit and talk for over an hour; by the time we leave, it’s wall-to-wall people. We made the right choice.
11:30am: I’m looking for frames for some of those art prints, so I ask if we could go to the nearby thrift store (I know, I know). H. is all for it. We realize we’re right by the local surplus store, which is this insane place that has the most random things you never knew you needed for 45 cents. We go there first.
I buy five vintage piano books (!!!!), an airtight jar, 12 travel containers because mine all broke, a measuring tape, AM/PM pill container because I keep accidentally taking my sleeping pills at 7am, a camera lens container and a few other small things. Love this place. $27.51
1:30pm: Now we actually go to the thrift store. I get five frames, a cute skirt, and a new plant stand (cats broke mine). This place is nice, but pricey. $33.91
2:30pm: H. drops me off and I go straight into my traditional Sunday reset, aka my deep clean. I repot and water my plants, set up the plant stand, organize every room in my house, do all my laundry, wipe down all surfaces, vacuum, mop, cook dinner with enough for leftovers this week, etc. I love to clean and this takes my mind off the Sunday Scaries I’m suddenly getting.
4:30pm: My beloved plant I’ve had for three years has fungus gnats. I ask my neighbor if she has any neem oil and she happily lends me her stash. Yay for being friendly with neighbors!
5:30: I try to put my adorable old office chair on the curb. I look at it and realize I love it too much. Fuck the ergonomic Ikea one. I carried the old one down all those flights of stairs and carry it right back up. Ikea one goes into my closet for now; thankfully that closet is practically a third bedroom.
6:30pm: The pigeons that have been stalking my patio won’t leave me alone. They divebomb my head, I scream expletives, then my nice neighbor with the young kid politely asks me to keep it PG. I apologize profusely.
7:30pm: It’s 30 degrees but I don’t care. I drag my kitchen table chair out on the patio and work on this money diary.
7:45pm: Realize while writing this that I fucking got charged for Youtube TV, aka $59. The Oscars were not fucking worth that. I rage. Thankfully because it just happened, I get a refund. Thanks Google!
8:30pm: I journal, finish this diary, practice some new piano songs and go to bed around 10:30pm. Hopefully I’ll find out about my raise soon!
Total: $61.42 home

Final $$$$:

Food and drink: $142.29
Fun: $29.33
Home + Health: $483.22
Clothes + Beauty: $31.46
Other: $12.87
TOTAL: $699.17

~Final thoughts~

Other than the patio furniture and going out for that many drinks, this was an average spend week for me. I have a thrifting and food problem, I fully acknowledge this. But honestly…It’s been so cold the last five months that the only things to do are stay inside or go out and spend money! I spend so much less in the summertime; thrifting keeps me from staying inside all day and being depressed until it warms up. It’s not an excuse, but it is a reason.
I’m hoping I can spend less on food in the future. I’ve dropped so much weight since starting this medication that I’ve allowed myself to do anything if I feel like I can eat, which leads to this! (Don’t worry, I’m meeting with my med doc this week.)
I will update this as soon as I find out about my raise, ha! I wrote this in real time.
Thanks for reading!

Here is a long list of disclaimers before I post the Bio:

• M 51, in Germany (photos are ok for now, trust me, I won't post them and will have better ones in my next profile)
• After my queue dried up, I abandoned all hope to get any GOOD match with my current profile. I had good times when the profile was new. I am delighted that my completely useless Diamond subscription (one month) finally expired and won't give those f***ers any more money in the future.
• That being said, I'm just trying things out now to see if any woman actually reads the bio, is interested in whatever I wrote (swipes right), and reacts to it in a meaningful way.
• I know from previous posts that many women suggest having some useful information about the person behind the profile in the Bio. Been there, done that. Many variations. Long blah, shorter blah, witty blah, informative blah. I actually liked my last one, which I found medium long, written in full sentences, a bit witty, and quite informative but not dry.
• But you know what - f*ck it. Everything anybody ever reacted to is basic info or in my tags (have kids, don't want more, my age). Almost everybody on Tinder (who is not really exotic) is sporty, outdoorsy, and all the other stuff, especially in my age group. My red flags won't go away (kids), I won't lie by not mentioning that (been there months ago, did not end well).
• Yes, I'm a bit pissed off. I'll get over it until tomorrow, no worries. It's just OLD and this is just Reddit.
• Without further ado, I'll just try something totally different Bio wise:

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183 / 78 / fit / smart-casual
"Sometimes I think life is just a rodeo
The trick is to ride and make it to the bell"
Let's discuss whether those lyrics are a good metaphor or even an alternative answer to
"The Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything" and have a lot of good
times together until we find an answer!
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Not a country fan, but I started playing the bass again after years and the bass line of "Rock and Roll Girls" is great to practice precision/timing. And I always found that line in the lyrics interesting. What's "the bell" here? Death? Some sort of success?
I'm a huge "Hitchhiker's guide ..." for ages.
So, something with relation to my person, to think about, to spark a conversation. That's it.
Thoughts?

You can download the WesternUnion app and send the payment from your phone.

Desktop Users: Comment on this post and Click here to start a trade App Users, please include the following in your PM (Remember to comment on this post as well):

• Type of card(s) and amount of each.
• What payment method you accept.
• How you acquired the GC and why you're getting rid of it.

BTC, Paypal^1, Apple Pay, Chime, Cashapp, Venmo, and Western Union
I only have Steam as a substitute for cash payments in gift card trades.

Want ↓	Cash or a Gift Card ↓	BTC ↓
Apple	60%4	NA
Amazon.ca	50%	50%
Amazon.co.uk	50%	50%
Amazon.com	70%	55%
Amazon.de	50%	50%
Amazon.es	50%	50%
Amazon.fr	50%	50%
Amazon.it	50%	50%
Amazon.jp	30%	30%
Arrow Films	65%	60%
Barnes & Noble	50%	50%
Baskin Robbins	60%	60%
Best Buy	60%	60%
BJ's (not BJ's restaurant)4	60%	NA
Bloomingdales	50%	50%
Burger King4	60%	NA
Clothing Shops (Small Boutique)	contact me	contact me
Dell4	60%	NA
Delta gift cards4	65%	NA
Delta Sky Miles4	PM me	NA
Delta Vouchers4	65%	NA
Dicks Sporting Goods 4	PM me	NA
Disney Plus	PM me	PM me
DoorDash	70%6	NA
Dunkin Donuts4	60%	NA
eBay	70%	70%
Fandango4	10%	NA
Five Guys4	60%	NA
Gamestop	60%	60%
Gas Station Cards4	PM me	NA
Grub Hub	70%6	NA
Gyft	70%	70%
Half Price Books	50%	50%
HBO4	70%	NA
iTunes4	60%	NA
J crew	40%	40%
JCPenney	25%	25%
Jersey Mike Subs4	60%	NA
KFC4	60%	NA
Khols	30%	30%
Macys	35%	35%
Magazines.com	40%	40%
McDonald's 4	60%	NA
Microsoft6	60%	NA
Moe’s Southwestern Grill4	60%	NA
Nintendo Eshop6	70%	NA
Nordstrom	50%	50%
Panera bread4	60%	NA
PSN6	60	NA
PSN Plus 12 month4	NA	NA
Saks Fifth Avenue	50%	50%
Sears	50%	50%
Sephora	50%	50%
Speedway4	80%	NA
Starbucks	55%	55%
Steam6	60%	NA
Subway 4	PM me	NA
Taco Bell	60%	NA
Target	50%	50%
Uber6	70%	NA
Urban Outfitters	50%	50%
Vudu4	50%	NA
Walmart	60%	60%
Wendys4	60%	NA
Xbox (gift cards)6	60%	NA
Xbox Game Pass Ultimate (12 month/6 month/3 month/1 month)6	PM me	NA
Other Clothing Stores, Gas Stations, Grocery Stores, Restaurant, & Fast Food gift cards	PM me

¹ When paying via PayPal, I can only send payments via Goods and Services, thus you will be charged a fee. If you'd rather not face this fee there are plenty of alternatives. ² Larger denominated gift cards preferred. ³ PayPal is the only payment option. ⁴ I can't send less than $10 in crypto per Coinbase's rules.

What I don’t buy:

• Amazon.au
• Bass Pro Shop
• buffalo wild wing
• Canadian tire
• Cold Stone
• Dairy Queen
• Fanatics
• Google Play
• Hilton Honors
• Hot Topic
• iTunes from anywhere but the US
• Krispy Kreme
• old navy/gap/banana republic
• Patxi's pizza
• PSN Canada or UK
• publix
• Raceway
• Scheels
• Shell Gas Stations
• Spotify
• Tractor supply
• Xbox Canada or UK
• Xbox live gold

Any fees are built into the price.

Selling

I have:
$500 in Amazon (can be broken up) and am selling at

• 80%: WesternUnion
• 85%: btc
• 90%: Apple Pay, Chime, or PayPal

Here are my GCX Rep profiles with 932 trades worth more than $60,000:

• #1
• #2
• #3
• #4
• #5
• #6
• #7
• #8
• #9
• #10

Important: before you send your codes please make sure your account is secure (if your password is twelve characters or less it's best to assume your account has already been compromised; your password should be eight randomly selected words, see 1 and 2). Scams where compromised accounts are used to leverage reputation to scam an unsuspecting user, used to steal codes during the middle of the trade, and steal unused gift cards the victim was saving for later are increasingly commonplace. If you have any concerns as to your account's security, please reset your password now and force logout of all sessions. Thanks

You can download the WesternUnion app and send the payment from your phone.

Desktop Users: Comment on this post and Click here to start a trade App Users, please include the following in your PM (Remember to comment on this post as well):

• Type of card(s) and amount of each.
• What payment method you accept.
• How you acquired the GC and why you're getting rid of it.

BTC, Paypal^1, Apple Pay, Chime, Cashapp, Venmo, and Western Union
I only have Steam as a substitute for cash payments in gift card trades.

Want ↓	Cash or a Gift Card ↓	BTC ↓
Apple	60%4	NA
Amazon.ca	50%	50%
Amazon.co.uk	50%	50%
Amazon.com	70%	55%
Amazon.de	50%	50%
Amazon.es	50%	50%
Amazon.fr	50%	50%
Amazon.it	50%	50%
Amazon.jp	30%	30%
Arrow Films	65%	60%
Barnes & Noble	50%	50%
Baskin Robbins	60%	60%
Best Buy	60%	60%
BJ's (not BJ's restaurant)4	60%	NA
Bloomingdales	50%	50%
Burger King4	60%	NA
Clothing Shops (Small Boutique)	contact me	contact me
Dell4	60%	NA
Delta gift cards4	65%	NA
Delta Sky Miles4	PM me	NA
Delta Vouchers4	65%	NA
Dicks Sporting Goods 4	PM me	NA
Disney Plus	PM me	PM me
DoorDash	70%6	NA
Dunkin Donuts4	60%	NA
eBay	70%	70%
Fandango4	10%	NA
Five Guys4	60%	NA
Gamestop	60%	60%
Gas Station Cards4	PM me	NA
Grub Hub	70%6	NA
Gyft	70%	70%
Half Price Books	50%	50%
HBO4	70%	NA
iTunes4	60%	NA
J crew	40%	40%
JCPenney	25%	25%
Jersey Mike Subs4	60%	NA
KFC4	60%	NA
Khols	30%	30%
Macys	35%	35%
Magazines.com	40%	40%
McDonald's 4	60%	NA
Microsoft6	60%	NA
Moe’s Southwestern Grill4	60%	NA
Nintendo Eshop6	70%	NA
Nordstrom	50%	50%
Panera bread4	60%	NA
PSN6	60	NA
PSN Plus 12 month4	NA	NA
Saks Fifth Avenue	50%	50%
Sears	50%	50%
Sephora	50%	50%
Speedway4	80%	NA
Starbucks	55%	55%
Steam6	60%	NA
Subway 4	PM me	NA
Taco Bell	60%	NA
Target	50%	50%
Uber6	70%	NA
Urban Outfitters	50%	50%
Vudu4	50%	NA
Walmart	60%	60%
Wendys4	60%	NA
Xbox (gift cards)6	60%	NA
Xbox Game Pass Ultimate (12 month/6 month/3 month/1 month)6	PM me	NA
Other Clothing Stores, Gas Stations, Grocery Stores, Restaurant, & Fast Food gift cards	PM me

¹ When paying via PayPal, I can only send payments via Goods and Services, thus you will be charged a fee. If you'd rather not face this fee there are plenty of alternatives. ² Larger denominated gift cards preferred. ³ PayPal is the only payment option. ⁴ I can't send less than $10 in crypto per Coinbase's rules.

What I don’t buy:

• Amazon.au
• Bass Pro Shop
• buffalo wild wing
• Canadian tire
• Cold Stone
• Dairy Queen
• Fanatics
• Google Play
• Hilton Honors
• Hot Topic
• iTunes from anywhere but the US
• Krispy Kreme
• old navy/gap/banana republic
• Patxi's pizza
• PSN Canada or UK
• publix
• Raceway
• Scheels
• Shell Gas Stations
• Spotify
• Tractor supply
• Xbox Canada or UK
• Xbox live gold

Any fees are built into the price.

Selling

I have:
$500 in Amazon (can be broken up) and am selling at

• 80%: WesternUnion
• 85%: btc
• 90%: Apple Pay, Chime, or PayPal

Here are my GCX Rep profiles with 932 trades worth more than $60,000:

• #1
• #2
• #3
• #4
• #5
• #6
• #7
• #8
• #9
• #10

Important: before you send your codes please make sure your account is secure (if your password is twelve characters or less it's best to assume your account has already been compromised; your password should be eight randomly selected words, see 1 and 2). Scams where compromised accounts are used to leverage reputation to scam an unsuspecting user, used to steal codes during the middle of the trade, and steal unused gift cards the victim was saving for later are increasingly commonplace. If you have any concerns as to your account's security, please reset your password now and force logout of all sessions. Thanks