#dont yada yada with me about how he's a shit driver

[hrhrg]

it's kinda heartbreaking how no one within f1 has logan's back, people never wants to admit it but being non-european is lonely as hell in this sport because when worst come to worst you're seeing through shit like this (big crash + shitty tp) by yourself, no mentor no friends.

[itsbetterthananal]

ok so. heres the story of when i shit myself in public in front of the boy i liked

here i am 19 years old bright eyed and bushy tailed, first year of college ive got a decent job that pays a decent wage for a part timer. for the first time in my life i have my own spending money, and this boy who ive totally been in love with since i was 15 has just gotten out of boot camp where we had no contact for 3 months. and we had been writing love letters and shit back ans forth like corny bitches because we loved each other but like. hadnt made it official yet. so i decide after the semester ends im going to spend my money on a plane ticket and fly down the jacksonville fl to see him (we split the ticket, he also wanted to see me just as much). so i get there and the first night is just literally so perfect i slept in the same bed with him for the first time and got cuddles and we bang a lot and eat pizza in our pajamas. the next day i want to go to the beach cause i like the beach and he took me there even though hes not a big fan of the beach. i sunbathed and swam in the water while he just watched me enjoy myself. then we walked around this little area that has little local gift shops and food areas. and i made the first move to hold his hand and we walked around like a couple and i was in heaven. we eat at this gourmet burger place, then we wander over to the gift shops bc he wanted to get something. now some of you may know this about me but i have irritable bowel sundrome which can set me off having diarrhea for a multitude of reasons. so my stomach is a little off but it passed and im like it must just be the heat and saltwater. so we go in this little store and he finds something he wants and goes to talk to the cashier who is this older lady who owns the place. she starts asking a bunch of questions why hes here yada yada and she asks if im his wife. and hes like no haha shes my girlfriend. and my ass is hiding behind the sea shell christmas ornaments pretending to look like “girlfriend!!!!!!!! did he say girlfriend!!!!!! oh my god?????” very serious acting going on to pretend i dont hear what theyre saying.

right at this precise moment, i feel my stomach hurt a little again. and i feel like an air bubble so im like oh, i must just need to fart (pain comes with that sometimes) yeah so i went to fart and well. it wasnt just a fart was it. something felt wrong and i stuck my finger down my bathing suit in a panic and out came a shit finger (only the tip had shit on it, calm down). keep in mind im wearing nothing but a bikini and a throwover dress, i have no extra set of clothes. so im like ohhhhhhhh my goddddd and i look for a bathroom. no bathroom, too small. and at this point im panicking bc im like this is typical this would happen to me right at this moment, so i go up to him with the fakest smile on my face. and then the lady starts talking to ME and im just nodding my head and smiling and i look up at him and im like we need to go. like right now. and he was like oh uhhhhh okay and he payed for his items and as soon as we were out of the store hes like are you okay and im like ive bloody shit myself havent i. i have pooped my pants and i need to find a restroom pronto. and hes just like okay uhhhh okay we’ll find one. to make this even more like a god damn lifetime movie, the only place i can think of nearby that would have a bathroom available was a 5 star hotel across the road. so there i go, literally waddling my way in, and i have to act like i belong there in this rich ass place where theres a door hop whose only job is to open the door for you. fake it till ya make it. im so scared theyll kick us out if we ask for directions to anything so i waddle around looking for the bathroom, i find it eventually. i run in and hes like i’ll be out here if you need anything.

so finally i can scope the damage and its not too bad, and the trauma of everything that had just happened to me in the past 10 minutes had made me completely forget about any stomachache, but now here comes another dilemna: i dont want to put my shitty bikini bottoms back on (espec. since i was wearing a dress and didnt want to get it on the uber drivers seats lmao), but i dont have a change of underwear, i cant go commando (again, not sure i want a bare pussy in an uber), and if i try to wash them in the sink of this public 5 star hotel bathroom what if someone walks in and sees me almost in tears scrubbing shit off my underwear. but thats what i did bc it was the best option. thank GOD no one walked in and i had clean(er) bikini bottoms to wear till we got back to the hotel. so its been like 30 minutes and i come back out and hes like are you okay ive been texting you i was worried how are you feeling :( and i was like its fine i just wanna go back to the hotel pls. so we call for an uber and im literally so embarrassed of what i have just gone through i couldnt even look him in the eye. thats really rare for me bc i do not get embarrassed ever and he knows that and he just put his arm around me and held my hand the entire ride home and squeezed it reassuringly. anywho we made it back and everything was fine i took a shower and changed and washed them properly and it in no way made him not want to have sex with me an hour later so. the weekend wasnt ruined and the next day we confirmed our relationship. true love lmfaooooo

[pensivextensive]

sigh we're still in lockdown. this is the third one, i think. scotland really needs to get its shit together. everyone here dont like wearing masks and keep having house parties and infecting one another. so fucking shit. job market is shit. i've never been rejected so many times in my life; it feels bad man. not just because of my skills, now its also because i look different. also i sound different. act different. theyre unsure about my foreign credentials, even though i have a statement of comparability. honestly cant help but feel there are a lot of closet racists here. i've been sniggered at on the trains. people making snide comments purposefully loud enough for me to hear. i somehow managed to start at one company doing menial work, and guess what..? all of a sudden i'm told theres no need to return to the office. i connect the dots and realise they never wanted to hire me in the first place, but they had to let me "start" due to politics. its a lot to take in, especially when dealing with weather differences, cognitive overload, yada yada yada. everything's been utter shit and covid restrictions arent helping. driver's license has been stalled, no fault of my own. covid. houses are mega expensive now, thanks to some law scot gov made. not too sure why it was given the go ahead, though obvs it must have some benefit? they've waived off some fee you have to pay and it can go up the thousands. how much exactly im unclear, but its high enough to create a mad rush to buy, jacking up prices. been an utter shame for us because we saw an amazing house we adored, but missed out on. it needed a lot of work: new roof, wiring and electrics, damp issues to rectify, broken bits and windows to be replaced, but it was beautiful. and we put in a realistic offer that was 20k above their asking price. but we were knocked out 5 or 6 places. i wonder how much the winning bid was. fuck. relationship-wise, things have been a little calmer since moving into gran's. after the storm died, at least. he hasnt been as bad to me since its no longer just the two of us, and we've been doing our own thing and basically only co-existing. feels very bare minimal, the relationship. and yet, i plod on i dont understand it

[augustd-blog]

I'm ranting about my job sorry not sorry OKAY so I tell my manager, on July 28th, my move-in day for college is August 18th and she's like okay thanks for telling me yada yada ill make note. And I was like cool I don't know when I'll be back yet and she's like that's fine people usually call and let us know when they'll be in. So fast forward to today, August 10th, i get a schedule for next week. I'm to work a 9 hour shift on Sunday (alone mind you and I've never had a shift longer than 6 hours) and then a normal 4-9pm shift on August 18th, my move-in day. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I'VE MENTIONED MY COLLEGE IS OUT OF STATE TO MY MANAGERS. What they want me to do, drive 3 hours out, dump my shit in the dorm and speed my ass back for work??? Like fuck to the nope So I emailed them back and was like um that's my move in day??? Still waiting for a response, ill update you guys tomorrow for that. Anyways!! If you know me, my job is alright But the owner gives me SO MUCH FUCKING ANXIETY. He's a nonsense yeller. Will yell at you if you pause for a moment, to keep working. GUESS WHOSE THERE MOST SUNDAYS THE FUCKING OWNER. They expect me to work a 9 hour shift with a shit face there who gives me anxiety to the max... I know I'm supposed to get a break but I'm 95% sure I'm the only one working Sunday and that's why I have those hours and it's gonna be a trip trying to find time to get a break. I dont care tho. If they come back telling me I'm still on the schedule, I'm taking my damn break on Sunday and i'm back late from it and I'm sure as hell just skipping work without getting a fill-in Aug 18th bc literally all my coworkers are down for the count and already off for the school year, excluding the newbie who I don't have the number of and is prob working that day anyway. While I'm at it, the management is literally a bunch of drunks. They drink on the job, after their shifts they have the habit of knocking back Jack Daniels with the drivers when they're off the clock too, in the back of work. I'm just WAITING for my work to go up in flames cause they're drinking on the job. I have a friend who used to work there and didn't return bc she got so much anxiety (granted, she was a shitty worker, but still). The owner literally sits in his upstairs office when he's in and not doing anything in the kitchen or talking with clients, and sits in front of the security cameras just to make sure we don't stop working. If we take a sit of our drinks for "too long" or "too often" he calls down to the office below to tell the managers to put us to work. Why tf you so extra Please let me stay hydrated and not pass out in back where it's at least 90 degrees in there.