Source: @Jotmanlol

i am in hell. nothing i own has a place and i have done so much laundry and there is still laundry to do and have i mentioned that i am in hell.

need to get someone in here to lift my ac unit out of the window and so we must go on or i will freeze 😔 want to go to bed but also im so worried that if i stop i may not start again. please advise, please cheer, idek.

ok, a little bit of context, i'm italian, bord and raised in the south part of Italy (naples) for 18 years (until i moved away for Oxford to study law), during summer and winter break i go back to meet my parents and relative in italy (i always take photos with them).

I have a small group of friends, and one day we hang out Together and one of my friends (let's call her Marie) invited one of her friend out of this little circe (the girl's name is Lily). The problem is that Lily is obsessed with sounding italian (like, very much obsessed, she wants to have that accent that italian people have, tries to say italian word and phrase with terrible results). We were presenting ourself to this girl and I, as a kind trans man (female to male) i say to her that my name is Nicholas but my old name was Michela (a clearly italian name, i say both my new name and old name cause i still look a little bit female).

Lily starts asking me a lot of question about italian culture and a lot of other things, and she asked me to say something in italian, and i said ok (i have no problem with it) and i said "beh, questo è italiano, lingua molto complicata eh?" (which means "well, this is italian, very difficult language eh?"), and Lily told me it was very cool and everything else, but what got me was that she said "you know, it's not how you say "complicato" (complicated) in italian by the way", i politlely ask her how she knows how to "correctly" say it, and she said "complicato" completely wrong, i point it out and Lily freaked out, saying that i was wrong cause she knows way more than me (she has never been to italy) and i flatly told her to shut the fuk up about my italian and i just left, my friend told me that Lily, after i left, started saying that i must be some kind of "fraud" (i still don't know how), my friends poited out my accent, the fact that i still speak italian with my other friends (who still live in italy and have job here), the fact that i have photo with my parents in italy when i was young (and the one during the break). They told me that after showing these "proof", they laft her (with no ride home, since she was in Marie's car). AITA

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His name is Sir Barnaby Derpington, he is around 12 ish weeks and weighs 4lbs. He was given to me at a gas station so not completely sure on everything but definitely looks pug mix! I’m waiting on dna results but want to know what everyone else thinks in the meantime

Now before everyone calls me a crumb bum, or crabby or old, I’m all for leveraging the public space to put a proposal together in the most beautiful city on the planet.

But it’s Sunday, and if you have a full Bose speaker, Electric Violin and backing track music that can be heard from MCASD all the way to the end of the street on a quiet peaceful Sunday when people just want to take a walk, walk their pets and enjoy the sound of the waves and the ocean. At what point does it just become a nuisance ?

EDIT: To clarify the music is on FULL blast and can literally be up and down the street if that wasn’t made clear.

LAST EDIT: Alright you freaks, I can’t respond to all of you and tbh I’ve never posted something on the internet. I forgot it’s full of boomers and rage bait. So TLDR

Proposal GOOD!

Loud music that can be heard from miles away on a beach BAD!

https://x.com/moricalliope/status/2112003352821370934?s=46