Evidently

The name of the "user" is Clear_Feature369. Was reported to the Reddit team.

I know, I know.

You can’t have this conversation again.

There are enough posts about the soundtrack to fill a Museum of Science and Trucking and two suites at a resort at Captain Teeb’s.

And yeah, I gotta get over it.

But the song/poem Evidently Chickentown (the bloody cops are blood keen to bloody keep it bloody clean) at the end of Stage 5 (season 6B), in the background of Phil’s “Leotardo... that’s MY legacy... no more” diatribe and the Moltisanti baptism, is on its own level.

Usually, deep tracks and obscure references on TV are a distraction, NOT FUNNY and just serve as a reminder that the show is just entertainment, composed by writers that want to signal to us how cool they are.

But I’ve come to appreciate this “song” like a married man comes to appreciate fresh produce. So unsettling, so good.

I bought these underwear for my husband a few weeks ago. They have a built in ball hammock, he says they are "the most comfortable underwear he's ever worn".

I saw another advertisment for themon Facebook and was shocked how many /women/ were making public comments on this ad about how they reduce male fertility and kills sperm.

Now I know the basic facts about ball care (it's bad to sit on them, protect with your life, briefs can kill sperm because or keeps the testicles too hot, sometimes they stick to the leg when it's hot out) and saw some lady hooting and hollaring about how the balls need to be cooler than the body mad that these underwear prevent optimal ball temperature.

Being a satisfied paying customer I made sure to make a reply comment on how the product fits and how it's really just boxers with a small piece of fabric that separates leg from ball. I also mentioned that child free men exist too and thinking about making babies is irrelevant to the purpose of the product.

And then she freaked out in a reply on a product review I made separate her original comment:

"You and your man and people you may know may not want kids (&& no obviously I don’t know you or your man or what y’all want, so don’t even try bringing stupid shit like that up later. It’s just a point) many men want kids && yeah a good amount don’t. You should stop being selfish thinking this! You should be aware of all those men who may think “these are the most comfortable underwear they own” yet they want kids too... && guess what they are probably not going to have the babies they dreamed for. Why?? Well you should know by now."

And I'm pretty sure breeders have lost their minds.

Can spring be over? I'm already over the "mating season".

Edit: some mistyped words

Yesterday was my narc's birthday.

I put in effort to make it feel special.

As soon as the time ticked over at midnight, I shared to them on social media a somewhat humorous birthday song that was special to the both of us.

As for gifts, I didn't just buy them gifts off of their wish list, and not just things that I "really bought for me" (something they like to tell me for my birthday/Christmas/whatever). I bought things that I thought were special. Things that were reminders of our favorite vacation we've had. Things that were reminders of our wedding. Things that showed that I'd been paying attention to saying what she likes without telling me directly.

I meticulously wrapped each present that could be wrapped. I used their favorite wrapping paper. I cut each line as straight as possible. I placed each strip of tape with great care. I did everything I could to keep from wrinkling the paper. Other presents were placed in bags where I tried to match the present to the theme of the bag. I matched the tissue paper in the bags as well.

I had planned on taking them to a restaurant they'd been eyeing for years now (we're both fully vaccinated), but a major storm blew through. So I cooked a meal for them, making sure to include everything that I knew they liked (without ruining the flavor). We were out of one ingredient, so I offered to risk the storm and go get it. They said it was fine. That they really like that ingredient, but it's fine.

After the storm passed, we were invited to a restaurant/bar. One person there was going through a divorce with their (soon-to-be-ex-) narc. This person's narc is a more overt narc, while mine does a halfway decent job of appearing cheerful, bubbly, and helpful to others. As this person would vent about their narc, I had to sit and listen to my narc bash this person's narc for hours. And of course, my narc managed to take the reins for the entire conversation, even managing to make it about themself. As this person would lament about something their Nex had done (or would trying to pull in the divorce), I could only sit there and think "this... this is 100% stuff my narc does."

We get home late last night. I'm about to fall asleep, so I say "I love you." (I always try to say "I love you" and get a goodnight kiss. And of course they'll often say "no" and make me work for it.) My narc says in an almost silly "aw shucks" way "no you don't." After a brief pause, their tone gets a little more serious. "I'm just yo

Despite my best to adhere to an IF lifestyle. I gained about 13 pounds. I'm disappointed and angry at myself, but I can forgive it.

So, here's what I'm gonna try to do. I'm gonna have to do a mixed approach. On Wednesdays and the weekend I'll go OMAD. For the rest of the week I'll cut my breakfast in half and stick to the 16:8 approach. Maybe it's due to covid, trying to cope, or whatever. There's no use in castigating myself. I'm glad I caught wind of this now and I'll work hard to correct course. Wish me luck.