I am having several concerns in my current relationship and I just don’t know if we’re doomed to fail or if I’m being an asshole or this is just circumstances that will eventually unfold and things will be easier.
First some background we were roommates first, go to grad school together, and were close friends before we started dating. We’ve been together for 2.5 years and have met each others families, though I’ve met hers as a friend because she isn’t actually out yet.
1) the bed death is real but tbh I also just had a major downshift in my sex drive about 3 years ago and while I tried really hard to keep things exciting the first few months I had a flair up of PCOS and my sex drive still hasn’t really rebounded and I’m just constantly exhausted and don’t feel like having sex. This definitely bothers her but i don’t think it’s my attraction to her that’s leading to the low sex drive i think it’s entirely my own feelings towards sex because I’m too tired
2) I think she has a lot of emotional trauma she hasn’t dealt with and this causes her to be super insecure and routinely will ask me if I still love her and tells me I don’t if I say I do. This bothers me a lot and even when I try to do more to show my love or ask her how she needs me to love her so I can better meet her needs (she never has an answer) nothing changes. This whole thing is exhausting and constantly being worried about how she’s feeling because she doesn’t communicate feelings as well is getting old.
3) some days it feels like we are totally in sync and nothing can stop us and other days it’s like we’re totally different people and neither of us are able to meet each other’s needs and when this happens I can be irritable and short tempered and snap at my partner over small things that don’t matter.
4) sometimes i feel like I’m carrying the mental and emotional weight for both of us and I definitely resent that. When I try to communicate that i need more support i don’t often feel like that is heard or respected. I do most chores and house related tasks there is definitely not a 50/50 split and I’m not sure we could successfully get there in this current situation
5) her not being out yet isn’t a huge deal and I understand wanting to wait but it’s also exhausting dealing with some of her family and the stress of that and knowing this is still in the waiting game. Part of me is concerned that we’ll just keep not saying anything for a long time.
6) my biggest concern is that in a few months we’ll be long distance for some time and how will these issues translate. Is this really worth it. I love her I think at times we have an extremely strong relationship its just not as often as i would prefer
When she’s gone i miss her when we have time to relax together I’m happy but i just feel like some of these are issues we don’t need to be dealing with and we need to do more to address it she just isn’t great at communicating or following through on some things and I’m not sure how to work with her to make it functional or if we should just drop it and go our separate ways

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That was the first thing Stella asked me as she settled in at the table.
I looked around the diner. It was two in the morning. The place was mostly empty.
“What do you mean?”
“How many people are in here right now? Besides us,” she said.
“Maybe five, six,” I replied.
Stella’s lips trembled. “How many people are in the room exactly?”
She was terrified.
I counted. The waiter, the old man staring into a bowl of soup by the door, the two young women coming down from a night of partying over pancakes, the guy in a ballcap trying to cut through his overcooked steak, and the middle-aged woman in a pea-green overcoat.
“Six,” I said. “Six people.”
Stella instantly relaxed. “Thank you.”
Stella and I hadn’t seen each other in five months. I was in school out of state and was home for the summer. Stella had gotten into a good university but her sister, Anne, had died in a car wreck two weeks before she went off to school. The death hit her hard. Real hard.
I wasn’t sure why she’d called me. I doubted it was to catch up and it certainly wasn’t to party. Stella knew I abstained from everything. For me, that decision was the end result of being raised by verbally abusive alcoholics and knowing the genetic odds.
Stella looked rough. Not strung out but existentially exhausted. There were scars on her hands, bruises mottling her tattooed forearms, and some unusual scarification marks on her neck. Two of them, they looked like clumsy Zs but reversed as if done in a mirror.
Stella’s friend Cory had dropped her off at the diner about thirty minutes before I'd gotten there. I didn’t know him well but what I did know, I didn’t like.
“So, how’re you holding up?” I asked.
Stella didn’t answer.
The waiter appeared and Stella looked him over cautiously before she ordered a black coffee and a slice of blueberry pie.
I got a hot tea and a side of fries, though I wasn’t exactly hungry.
We sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Stella, staring down at her hands, asked, “What’s the worst thing you ever did?”
I shrugged, said, “Lied to people. Lied to get out of things. Mostly to my friends, in high school. But I’ve changed. I don’t do that anymore. Oh, I also shoplifted once. A pair of socks.”
Stella laughed.
That’s when the waiter reappeared with our drinks and food. Stella jumped. Her eyes wide. Face flushed. The other people in the diner turned and looked but did nothing.
“You alright?” The waiter asked, weirded out.
Taking a deep breath, Stella slowly sat back down.
“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “I just… just it’s been a long night.”
The waiter shook his head as he put the stuff down. When he left, Stella sipped her coffee and then she looked over the mug at me, her eyes tearing.
“I did the worst thing you can do. I tried to kill someone.”
I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.
“What?”
Stella nodded; eyes locked on mine. “A jogger. Cory and me hit him with the car.”
“Oh my God. When did this—”
“On my way here.”
The blood drained from my face.
“We should call the cops. He could still be there, hurt and—"
“Don’t bother,” she interrupted, “we went back and checked on him. There was no jogger.”
“What’s that fucking mean?”
I was starting to lose it.
“Please don’t start playing games with me,” I said. “I don’t want to hear this sort of bullshit.”
“Isn’t bullshit,” Stella replied. “Ask Cory.”
I didn’t want to call Cory.
Stella said, “I didn’t actually see the jogger. Cory did. That’s how I knew. So, I asked him exactly where the man was and I grabbed the wheel and Cory screamed at me as I made the car slam into the guy. Sent him flying. Like it mattered. Cory hit the brakes hard. He was losing it, talking about going to prison and his life being over. But I told him not to worry. That pissed him off something bad. When he got out of the car to go help the jogger, he just froze up, because there was no one there. Road was empty. Me, I expected that.”
She took another sip of coffee and poked at the slice of pie with her fork, stabbing the crust and examining the blue-tinged tines in the dull fluorescent light.
“See, it can look just like a person. Could be any age. Dressed any sort of way. It talks like a person. Eats, drinks, does all the regular sorts of things people do. Doesn’t exactly sound threatening, I know, but wait for the twist: I can’t see it. This thing pretending to be a person, it’s invisible to me. But you, you and everyone else… you can see it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” And I didn’t.
Stella finally looked up at me.
“Two weeks ago, we were tripping. Me and Cory and this woman named Genevieve. She was the guide. This was at Cory’s house, on the deck. We dropped N-Bomb, that synthetic MDMA stuff. We’d been using hallucinogens and trying to explore an inner mental space. Tripping together, sharing the same imagery. It’s crazy how, if you’re in sync, like emotionally and mentally, you can basically travel together. I know how it sounds; I do. But… it was really working for us. We were… I’d guess you’d describe it something like astral traveling. We’d built this architecture, this city, in our minds and then explored it. Mostly it was made of shifting, beautiful buildings. Structures that rose over us like mountain ranges. And, uh, in this mental city, that’s where we came across it.”
The diner door chimed as the two young women having pancakes left.
Stella watched them go, then turned back to me.
I didn’t need an explanation.
“There are four people in here now,” I said.
She nodded, sipped more coffee, and then continued.
“Well, this night, we traveled deeper into the city than we’d ever been before. We ended up in a tower. Had a spiral staircase. We all went up to the top floor and found a locked door –”
“You’re all seeing the same thing?” I interrupted, not buying the experience.
“Yes,” Stella’s demeanor had intensified, the twitchiness melted away. “We all saw it.”
“OK.”
“So, we get to this door. It’s a metal door. Dented, but from the inside. Bulging out. Like someone was kicking the door, trying to smash it down. Genevieve, she got scared. Told us to not open that door. To stay far away from it. She said a voyager was on the other side.”
“Voyager?”
“That’s what Genevieve called it. Being a guide, she knew the sort of constructions we were exploring. She’d seen doors like this one. And she’d been warned about the voyagers. The way she told it, they were like us… explorers in inner space but not from our reality. From another one. A bad one. But long story short, I opened the door.”
“Why would you do that?”
Stella stirred her coffee, lost in thought for a second.
As she did, one of the cooks quietly came out from the kitchen and sat at the counter. He flicked through a newspaper someone had left and glanced over at me. He nodded, gave a little smile. I wondered if he’d made the fries I wasn’t eating.
“After Cory and Genevieve drifted away,” Stella continued, still staring at her drink, “I heard a voice on the other side of the door. My sister’s voice. She was begging. Pleading with me to let her out. I swear it was her. So, I opened that metal door.”
Feeling the stare of the cook, I ate a few of the fries. They were cold, soggy.
“What happened?” I asked Stella.
“When I opened it, something suddenly brushed past me. Something clammy, cold. It touched me, very briefly. There was pain…” Stella unconsciously motioned to the Z scars on her neck, then continued. “Anyway, there wasn’t a room on the other side of the door. Just a void. A deep emptiness. When the trip was over, I immediately felt a change. I felt… like I was being watched. The whole rest of that night, the next day, the next week, something was following me. A shadow. A presence. And I knew, I just deep in my gut knew, that if it caught up with me, if it touched me again, I would die.”
She kept stabbing at her slice of pie. Breaking the crust, letting the congealed blueberries slowly tumble out in a little landslide of jelly.
“You told me that you can’t see this thing, Stella.”
The door to the diner opened and two men in work overalls walked in, each holding a hard hat. Their clothes dusty. Stella suddenly straightened in her chair.
“Two men just walked into the diner, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah, just those two guys.”
Stella settled.
“Why me?” I asked. “Why did you want to meet? To tell me this?”
Stella smiled. First time she’d done that all night. “Because I knew you’d believe me.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly, impossibly dry.
“You’ve been a good friend,” Stella blinked away welling emotion. “In high school, when things got bad. With… with boyfriends or assholes, you were the one I could confide in. The one that trusted me. The one that, no matter what I did, no matter how stupid it was… you were there for me. A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold…”
And she reached across the table and took my hand.
Squeezed it. Tight.
Truth was, I’d had a crush on Stella most of high school. She was a friend, for sure. And, for a while, a good friend. I liked being that rock for her. But I’d always hoped for more. Like most friendships, it began with a one-sided attraction. Mine. And even though I hadn’t seen her in half a year, those feelings remained. Dormant but there. Waiting to be awakened.
As Stella held my hand and smiled, I noticed… I felt, her fingernail tracing something on the inside of my palm. At first slight, just a little pressure. Only, it got sharper until—
“Ouch. Shit!”
I pulled my hand away to find Stella had cut me. She’d sliced a shape with her sharp pinkie nail into my skin. It was a backward letter Z. Like the ones on her neck. A ribbon of blood began to well up from the center of the small cut.
“What the hell, Stella?”
She just shook her head and stood up, backing away from the table, repeating over and over, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I had to, OK? I had to…”
“Had to what? Hurt me?” I was furious, confused.
Everyone in the diner turned to watch us. Only the cook got up from his place at the counter and walked over, eager to lend a hand.
I waved him away. “It’s OK. I got it under control.”
That was when Stella broke, her voice barely a whisper, “What?”
“I told him I got it.”
She went pale. “WHO?! Who’d you tell?”
“The cook!” I yelled. “He’s just trying to help you.”
“THERE IS NO COOK! No one’s there!”
Stella began shrieking, scrambling backward. She slammed into a nearby table. Chairs fell over. Silverware scattered.
“No, no!” she yelled. “No one’s there!”
The cook kneeled down beside Stella and, for a split second, bewildered as I was, I honestly thought he was going to help her up.
He didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in close to her. She was crying and shaking and clearly couldn’t see him. The cook turned to me, nodded with a sick grin, and then opened his mouth wide to reveal jumbled, bloody gums filled with jagged teeth.
He tore her throat out with a single bite.
And as Stella’s blood pumped out across the linoleum flooring, the cook vanished. Not a slow fade. Not dissolving into mist. Just there one second and gone the next.
Someone screamed, I think it was the woman in the pea-green overcoat.
Afterward, when the cops came, a story emerged. All the other people in the diner that night, they said Stella cut her own throat with a knife. Where she got the knife from and where it went, they didn’t know.
They also said that the cook had tried to help her. That he attempted to close the wound and save her life. The cops couldn’t find him after the EMTs got there. When I went back to the diner the next day to ask about what happened, the waiter claimed they didn’t even have a cook who resembled the man I described. The man I saw.
It was as if, after Stella’s death, all the details of her demise began to unravel. Like the universe was erasing her from existence entirely.
And now, the voyager – whatever it is – has come for me.
It’s been five days since Stella died in that diner.
Five days I’ve been haunted and hunted. I tracked down Cory and he led me to Genevieve. She told me what fate awaited me. According to her, voyagers use the symbol – the backward Zs that were on Stella’s neck, the one she scratched into my flesh – to track their victims down.
Stella, I guess she thought she could trick the voyager into taking me instead of her.
It didn’t work.
And now she’s doomed me.
It’s just a matter of time before there’s an extra person, a person I can’t see, sitting across from me on a bus or walking behind me on the street.
Right now, I’m in my bedroom at my parent’s house.
I haven’t left in forty-eight hours and they’re getting worried about me. They’d heard I lost a friend – though they can’t seem to recall anyone named Stella going to high school with me – and so they’re being compassionate and letting me stay cooped up.
But they’ve told me I’ve had visitors. Folks stopping by unannounced. Folks who, when I crane my neck out my window to catch a glimpse of them standing on the porch, aren’t there at all. Just my parents talking, gesturing, into empty space.
I’m going to have to leave this room eventually.
That or my parents will get worried enough that they’ll have me helped out, likely to the hospital. And when I get there, I’ll be asking the same questions Stella did.
How many people are in here right now?
How many exactly?

At first glance, the Tim Hortons at 3433 North Road in Burnaby, British Columbia, appears to be just like any other outlet of the popular Canadian coffee chain. But for the past five years, it has unwittingly become a haven for the homeless. One woman [known as Cindy Hicks] in particular, has made this location her home, staying from the early hours of 5 AM until their closing time at 11 PM. For Hicks, it has become a sanctuary [back in 2012, Hicks was evicted from her co-op housing as reported by the Burnaby Now]— a place of refuge from the cold and cruel world that exists beyond the doors. She has become a familiar face, with regular customers and employees alike bearing witness to her daily struggle.
Despite the numerous attempts of patrons to reach out to Hicks and help her (including visits from authorities and Fraser Health, who say they’ve previously offered her options for food and shelter), she remains steadfast in her unwillingness. Well-intentioned individuals have even gone the extra mile and contacted her family members, who say they’ve had to sever ties with Hicks.
Cindy’s strained relationships with her family members, including her son, Roy Asselstine, paints a disheartening picture of her situation. According to Asselstine, his mother’s “persistent pattern of taking from others” has left the family feeling exhausted and disheartened, as her unwillingness to accept help and make meaningful changes in her life has pushed them to distance themselves.
However, she is not completely closed off to interaction. The woman will graciously accept food and coffee from kind strangers, but her reluctance to accept more comprehensive assistance has become a source of frustration for many in the community, leaving some individuals feeling that Hicks is using their generosity without making any effort to improve her situation.
Last year, a local resident, James Foster, opened his home to Cindy in an attempt to offer her refuge and support. However, Cindy did not take advantage of this opportunity to improve her situation. According to Foster, she had the chance to obtain her government identification and apply for pension benefits but refused to do so. Instead, Foster says Hicks spent “several months” sitting on his couch “in a catatonic-like state,” ultimately leading Foster to ask her to leave his home. In recent days, Cindy has been spending some nights at the home of another nearby resident, Heather Campbell. However, this arrangement has been inconsistent, and Cindy continues to return to Tim Hortons on most occasions.
Amidst the ongoing situation, Cindy’s son, Roy Asselstine, has addressed Tim Hortons staff, customers and local residents with a heartfelt plea, asking them not to enable his mother’s detrimental behavior. Roy states, “I urge everyone in the community, as well as the patrons and staff of Tim Hortons, to reconsider supporting my mother’s reliance on others. Although it may seem like a compassionate gesture, it ultimately perpetuates her struggle and hinders her from taking charge of her own life.”
Roy’s emotional appeal highlights the importance of understanding the long-term consequences of well-intentioned gestures. His words serve as a reminder that meaningful change often requires a different approach, one that doesn’t enable destructive habits, even when the intention is well-meaning and to try to provide immediate assistance. By urging the community to reconsider their actions, Roy hopes to create an environment that encourages his mother to take responsibility for her life and seek the help she needs to overcome her challenges and move towards a better future.
One would also expect Tim Hortons to address the issue of a homeless individual occupying their premises for such an extended period, but surprisingly, the company has done little to intervene. It seems that the plight of the homeless woman is a low priority for the franchise, and her presence has become an accepted, albeit unfortunate, part of the daily routine at this location.
This situation also raises several critical questions: What does this say about our society’s response to homelessness? Have we become desensitized to the point where we can sit and sip our coffee, unbothered by the person struggling to survive just a few feet away? And why has Tim Hortons, a brand synonymous with Canadian values, chosen to turn a blind eye to the plight of the homeless woman in their midst? While some may argue that the woman’s continued presence at Tim Hortons is a testament to the company’s tolerance and understanding, it is also indicative of a deeper, systemic problem. The issue of homelessness extends far beyond the doors of a single coffee shop; it is a reflection of the inadequacy of social support structures and the lack of affordable housing options for those in need.
As Canadians, we must come together to address these underlying issues and create a more compassionate and inclusive society. Providing food and coffee to a homeless individual is a kind gesture, but it is merely a temporary solution to a much larger problem. Moreover, it is crucial for businesses like Tim Hortons to play a more active role in addressing the issue of homelessness. By partnering with local organizations and advocating for social change, they can demonstrate their commitment to the communities they serve and work towards a future where no one has to call a coffee shop their home.
The story of Cindy Hicks serves as a sobering reminder of the challenges faced by many in our society. It is time for all of us — individuals, businesses, and the government — to take responsibility for the well-being of our fellow citizens and work together to create a world where everyone has access to a safe and stable environment.
Story/Source: https://medium.com/@BurnabyBulletin/burnaby-tim-hortons-becomes-haven-for-homeless-woman-30396e632f88

The other day, I messed up for the first time on this app. I was using Apple Maps to deliver and was not aware at first that Uber uses coordinates rather than the actual address with Apple Maps. Apple Maps took me down a street right next to the house I was supposed to deliver to that had the exact same address. I was confused but assumed it must be the right house since Apple Maps led me down the road to that house.
Anyway, fifteen minutes later I notice two voicemails from an unknown number (my phone automatically hides calls from unknown numbers). I parked my car to listen to them and realized it was the lady I thought I had just delivered to. I tried calling her back but my calls wouldn't go through. I realized my mistake and called support to explain what happened. They told me not to worry about it and that since I told them what happened they wouldn't take action against me and that she would receive a refund.
I thought I was going to be able to brush this off but now I'm terrified of deactivation over this one mistake. It's the only botched delivery I've ever had. I really need this job right now and am freaking out. Should I call support back about this, or should I just lay low for a while?

(TW) I started having a lot of flashbacks recently about comments and things my dad would do that made me feel uncomfortable and brought up a lot of shame, so I started journaling and then it all kind of started floating up to the surface. I have felt anger and resentment towards my dad since I was a child. I don't know if he has NPD, but he definitely has narcissistic traits. I don’t feel comfortable being around my dad, hugging him or wearing anything that may cause attention/a glance from him. For some reason a part of me is wanting to deny that any of this was out of the ordinary and I’m being overdramatic. But I know that my feelings of being uncomfortable around my dad are coming from somewhere.
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• My dad would keep repeatedly grabbing and squeezing my shoulders/neck/thigh and when I would ask him to stop he would laugh and keep doing it until I exploded and pulled away from his grip. Then he would get mad and punish me for being disrespectful.
• As I got older (high school) I started getting more agitated towards him and would yell at him to stop touching me when he kept crossing my physical boundaries because it made me so uncomfortable. One day he got frustrated that I didn't want him touching me and he asked if someone had sexually assaulted me..... which just never sat right with me.
• One time we were grocery shopping and there was another man on the aisle with us and my dad grabbed my shoulders and pushed me behind him and guided me to the next aisle and told me that that man was a predator
• Any time my mom would go out of town my dad would have my sister and I come sleep in the bed with him and he would cuddle us (like spooning). If my sister went out of town with my mom, it would be just me and my dad in their bed cuddling. This continued up until around high school age when I started feeling more uncomfortable with it and I remember my mom making a comment that she thought it was weird but she never did or said anything else about it. When I started refusing to sleep in the bed with him when my mom was out of town, he would get upset and try to make me feel bad about it.
• He started giving my sister and I massages when we were toddlers. He also would always ask us to massage his neck, back, and feet. This continued through high school. He would always offer to massage my feet (him at the end of the couch with my feet in is lap) and I noticed when I developed breasts he would push on feet to make my breasts bounce up and down and he would laugh like a child. I started keeping a throw pillow tight to my chest when I laid on the couch after that started happening. I also remember my mom making comments about it being weird multiple times but my dad would shut her down.
• He would also tickle us a lot even when we asked him not to. Either grabbing our waist or tickling our feet. He would also slowly trace his finger over our palms and fingers in a way that felt intimate but maybe I'm reading into it?
• I had to mow the lawn growing up and when I went through puberty he started making "joking" comments like "you should mow the lawn in your bikini."
• He came back from a trade show and was telling me about how one of the booths had a woman in a bikini handing out product samples and he "joked" that I should do that for his company's booth.
• He made comments about my appearance growing up that made me uncomfortable like "WOW you look like a model", "you look just like your mom", and sometimes would be like "oh my goodness" "jokingly" and cover his eyes, or make a gasping noise
• When I went through puberty and started my period/developed breasts my mom made me get rid of all of my tank tops and anything that could show off my new boobs or body too much. My parents also gave me a purity ring at this time and made me sign a contract.
• After puberty I started noticing him glancing at my body in a way that made me feel like he was checking me out and I noticed he would also check out my friends when they would come over. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. I don't feel comfortable wearing a bathing suit in front of him, or shorts, dresses, anything that accentuates or shows off any part of my body really.
• I remember from a young age he would always objectify and make comments about women's bodies and just stare in a creepy way. He would do this watching tv and in person. Any woman he found unattractive he would call a dog.
• He would also fondle and grope my mom in front of us and she would ask him to stop and he would laugh and mock her and keep groping her. There were multiple instances when she would break down crying and he would gaslight her feelings and reaction.
• This one may be completely innocent but in combination with the rest it has me questioning it. He would take me shopping a lot and I would come out of the dressing room and show him everything I tried on and sometimes he would take pictures. When my mom took me shopping instead, he would ask for a "fashion show" when I got home.
• When we watched the brady bunch I remember him saying that I reminded him of Marsha brady and him saying that all the boys used to have a crush on her. He also would say that he had a big crush on her when he was a kid.
• One time he called me into his office and told me that he had a song to play that reminded him of me. Then he played the song “Brick House”. After I stood there awkwardly, he tried to backtrack and it was really uncomfortable.
• He told me about objectifying comments his friends would make about me.
• Another thing I find strange is that apparently my grandmother told my uncle that my dad molested him when he was a child. And my dad sat down with my uncle and grandmother and had her tell my uncle that she lied to him about it.....
• He would mock and belittle me when I showed interest in something or tried to share about something I was interested in.
• He would also dismiss and question where any thought or opinion I had came from. He still does this.
• When I would show emotions he would say I was being overdramatic.
• He told me multiple times that he liked me better than my sibling and that I was his favorite.

And I also went to my first women's group. I was pleasantly surprised at the difference. I really enjoy the home group I've been attending and I tried out another one as well, but this hit different in a way that that I needed. It's also only 13 minutes from my house at 6:00 which really works well for me to be able to slip out, feed my spirit and still get home to be present as a mom and even wind down from the day with my husband before bed - which I'm physically in but obviously not using to actually sleep at the moment.
One of my sons (24) messaged me in crisis as I was getting into bed. The irony of this 30 day milestone and the reality of the mess that is before me that I made is ... Well, real. He is hurt, angry, unprepared to cope with life because of my choices while he grew up. He has been battling this same demon from probably about age 18. Monkey see monkey do. He's been sober for the better part of 2 years, but apparently relapsed twice recently. He stays away mostly and I certainly expect nothing from him, but I do keep reaching out because I love him and he deserves to be shown that. Addressing the pain and suffering I've caused seems like an insurmountable task, but I believe if I put sobriety first I may be able to find a way to somehow heal the wounds I've caused the people that I love. It breaks my heart to see him suffer. At any rate... I'm going to keep coming.
Thanks for listening.

Sorted my license at Werahera, hired my bike and now I’ll be ready to commence a 3 month road trip around your beautiful country. I want to head north first but I’ll be balancing taking my time and travelling slowly, whilst also wanting to get into the lesser travelled parts of Sri Lanka. More than just famous sites, I want to meet great characters and spend time with locals. Hit me with your favourite spots on the island (ANYWHERE) - beaches, food places, animal rescue, local business ventures to visit and support, fisherman to sail with, markets, guest houses…you name it, I’ll add it to my map 😊✌🏻

A little messy as the placements are random, except if their state was shown 3 times so bear with me. I'm gonna give some fun facts about the semifinalist bc they aren't as well known.
every antm contestant and semifinalist (1 - 19)
cycle 1: Christina from Little Falls, Minnesota Heather from Galloway, Ohio Ebony M. from Cumberland, Maryland Nicole C. from Chapel Hills, North Carolina Lenora from Greenwich Village, New York Elyse from Albuquerque, New Mexico Shannon from Franklin, Ohio Jakai from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Robin from Memphis, Tennessee Jessica from Tucson, Arizona Noelle from Reno, Nevada Kesse from North Little Rock, Arkansas Toiya from Atlanta, Georgia Ebony H. from The Bronx, New York Katie from Glenview, Illinois Tessa from Chicago, Illinois Adrienne from Joliet, Illinois Giselle from Corona, California Nicole P. from Murrieta, California Erin from Pasadena, California Natalie from Riverside, California April from San Diego, California Shawna from Los Angeles, California Justine from Huntington Beach, California Corey (unknown)
Corey, Toiya, and Jessica were semi-finalist that weren't shown to make it seem like there was 20 girls. There might have been more based on the bulletin board they used but it's hard to tell.
cycle 2: Camille from Mamaroneck, New York Anna from LaGrange, Georgia Mercedes from Valencia, California Nargis from Mohegan Lake, New York Sara from Seattle, Washington April from Miami Beach, Florida Shandi from Kansas City, Missouri Bethany from Houston, Texas Xiomara from Morganville, New Jersey Jenascia from Burien, Washington Heather from Moreno Valley, California Yoanna from Jacksonville, Florida Catie from Willmar, Minnesota Rebecca from Minneapolis, Minnesota Christina from Little Falls, Minnesota
Most semifinalist are unknown for cycle 2. The only known ones were girls who went back to audition (Christina, Rebecca and Nargis). Christina was our first returning semi finalist.
cycle 3: Mary from Portland, Oregon Cassie from Norman, Oklahoma Natalie from Walla Walla, Washington Brianna from Plainfield, Illinois Toccara from Dayton, Ohio Jennipher F. from Pocatello, Idaho Amanda from Henderson, North Carolina Sarah D. from Baltimore, Maryland Kristina from Bristol, Rhode Island Magdalena from Worchester, Massachusetts Josie from Fayetteville, North Carolina Vicky from Washington D.C Laura/Kristi from St. Louis, Missouri Julie from Kent, Washington Chrissy from Colchester, Connecticut Ann from Erie, Pennslyvania Leah D. from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Nicole from Minot, North Dakota Tiffany from Miami, Florida Amy from Ocala, Florida Roxanne from Dania, Florida Eva from Westmont, California Norelle from Newport Beach, California Sarah from Capistrano, California Vanessa from San Francisco, California Diana from Los Angeles, California Rachael from New York, New York/Huntsville, Alabama Yaya from Harlem, New York Nargis from Mohegan Lake, New York Kelle from Lenox Hill, New York Kimberly from Huntington Station, New York Lea Q. from Queens, New York Brit from Manhattan, New York Jennifer W (unknown)
Sarah (Martin Luther King according to Tiffany) from Capistrano was suppose to make top 20, but due to unknown reasons couldn't continue. Amanda joined the top 20 after Sarah left. The "I don't know, I can't take the pressure of it!" girl is Natalie from Walla Walla.
cycle 4: Mary from Portland, Oregon Tatiana from Maui, Hawaii Lindsey from Baton Rouge, Louisiana Estela from The Bronx, New York Lacy from Las Vegas, Nevada Michelle from Terre Haute, Indiana Kahlen from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma Jessika from Houston, Texas Alexandria from Ft Collins, Colorado Lacey from Atlanta, Georgia Noelle from Reno, Nevada Brandy from Houston, Texas Leslie from New York, New York Naima from Detroit, Michigan Sarah from Baltimore, Maryland Rebecca from Minneapolis, Minnesota Tiffany from Miami, Florida Christina from Tallahassee, Florida Brittany from Tallahassee, Florida Rachel from Tampa, Florida Melissa from Tampa, Florida Mollie-Sue from Tampa, Florida Brita from La Cañada Flintridge, California Jennifer from Richmond, California Lluvy from Modesto, California Alexia from Studio City, California Keenyah from Compton, California Jen from Santa Monica, California Ebony (unknown)
Rachel became a famous chef and Leslie is a famous comedian. Both were semifinalist.
cycle 5: Ashley from Fort Lauderdale, Florida Adriana from San Juan, Puerto Rico Stacie from Grayson, Oklahoma Diane from Orlando, Florida Nicole from Grand Folks, North Dakota Cassandra from Houston, Texas April from Las Vegas, Nevada Jayla from Tucson Arizona Latricia from Trenton, New Jersey Sarah from Boonville, Missouri Jasmine from Flagstaff, Arizona Nik from Atlanta, Georgia Coryn from Minneapolis, Minnesota Kyle from Dexter, Michigan Kim from Yorkville, New York Susanna from Carthage, New York Bre from Harlem, New York Melissa from Syracuse, New York Ebony from Sylmar, California Lisa from Los Angeles, California Krystle from Long Beach, California Whitney from Fairfield, California Regina from San Matteo, California Jessica from Templeton, California
Susanna had a very good model career!
cycle 6: Andrea from Geneva, Ohio Wendy from New Orleans, Louisiana Katherine from Brevard, North Carolina Furonda from Stuttgart, Arkansas Angela from Houma, Louisiana Alejandra/Leslie from Higley, Arizona Kari from Brookings, South Dakota Joanie from Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania Danielle from Little Rock, Arkansas Dani from Spring, Texas Nnenna from Houston, Texas Brooke from Corpus Christi, Texas Yvonne from Surfside, Florida Gina from Odessa, Florida Mollie Sue from Tampa, Florida Leah from Boca Raton, Florida Jade from New York, New York Claudia from Manhattan, New York Tanika from Buffalo, New York Alexius from Manhattan, New York Shkita/Kita from Watts, California Rebecca from Palo Cedro, California Dracula from Shadow Hills, California Cheran from Venture, California Sara from Davis, California
Alexius, like Sarah, was a original top 20 girl but also dropped out for unknown reasons. It's also unknown who took her place.
cycle 7: Jaslene from Humboldt Park, Illinois Evita from Gloucester, Virginia Christian from Columbia, South Carolina Ginger from Derby, Kansas CariDee from Fargo, North Dakota LeAngela from Columbus, Ohio Anchal from Homestead, Florida Cyndel from Wichita, Kansas Irina from Miami, Florida Monique from Chicago, Illinois Brooke from Keller, Texas Jaeda from Parkersburg, Iowa Ebonee from Paulding County, Georgia Melrose from West Bloomfield Township, Michigan Eugena from Columbia, South Carolina Megg from Los Angeles, California A.J from Sacramento, California Megan from San Francisco, California Amanda and Michelle from Anaheim, California Becky from Sierra Village, California Brittany from San Rafael, California Jaimie from Riverside, California Andree (unknown)
As we all know, there was a girl from Humboldt Park who claimed we would come back next season. She did, and ended up winning!
cycle 8: Melissa from The Bronx, New York Anna from Lancaster, Pennsylvania Chelsea from Richmond, Virginia Sarah from Lake Zurich, Illinois Dionne from Montgomery, Alabama Kathleen from Brooklyn, New York Jael from Detroit, Michigan Megan from Seattle, Washington Renee from Maui, Hawaii Diana from Garfield, New Jersey Cassandra from Seattle, Washington Samantha from Pinson, Alabama Jaslene from Humboldt Park, Illinois Whitney from West Palm Beach, Florida Micheline from Atlanta, Georgia Natalie from Atlanta, Georgia Brittany from Savannah, Georgia Gelecia/Gigi from Atlanta, Georgia Bethany from Alice, Texas Farrah from Houston, Texas Heather from Deer Park, Texas Felicia from Houston, Texas Natasha from Dallas, Texas Jessica from Inglewood, California Lauren from Pasadena, California Aly from West Hollywood, California Hannah (unknown) Erin (unknown)
Most of the known semifinalist were all from California (Aly, Lauran and Jessica), Texas (Heather, Farrah and Bethany) or Georgia (Gigi, Natalie and Micheline). The only semifinalist not from those states were Megan, Melissa, Anna and Chelsea.
cycle 9: Victoria from New Haven, Connecticut Spontaniouse from Montgomery, Alabama Chantal from Austin, Texas Christie from Lewisville, North Carolina Jenna from Flint, Michigan Kimberly from Ocala, Florida Heather from Valparaiso, Indiana Ambreal from Dallas, Texas Marvita from Anchorage, Alaska Janet from Bainbridge, Georgia Lisa from Jersey City, New Jersey Jenah from Farmington, Connecticut Bianca from Queens, New York Jessica from Brooklyn, New York Sylvia from New Hyde Park, New York Tara from Chicago, Illinois Ebony from Roseland, Illinois Jess from Chicago, Illinois Sarah from Heath, Massachusetts Jennifer from Walpole, Massachusetts Mila from Boston, Massachusetts Juliana from Lancaster, Massachusetts Saleisha from Madera, California Sabrina from Cerritos, California Allene from Fresno, California Sara/Eleatrice from Sacramento, California
A lot of J names. Out of everyone from cycle 9, 7 have J names.
cycle 10: Amis from Bartlesville, Oklahoma Marguerite from Cincinnati, Ohio Kristen from Portage, Michigan Aimee from Spanaway, Washington Shalynda from Washington D.C Allison from Waunakee, Wisconsin Shaya from Country Club Hills, Illinois Tiffany from Portland, Oregon Marvita from Anchorage, Alaska Anya from Honolulu, Hawaii Dominque from Columbus, Ohio Jenna from Boston, Massachusetts Kimberly from Worchester, Massachusetts Fatima from Boston, Massachusetts Whitney from Atlantic Beach, Florida Jennifer from Orlando, Florida Sonja from Fort Lauderdale, Florida Stacy-Ann from Miami, Florida Claire from Oahu, Hawaii/Brooklyn, New York Lauren from Brooklyn, New York Erica from Manhattan, New York Katarzyna from Roslyn, New York Atalya from Brooklyn, New York Camilla from Long Beach, California Tonya from San Diego, California Petra from Valley Glen, California
Camilla from Bad Girls Club was a top 20 semi finalist for this cycle. You can see here when Tyra is picking the final cast and during Shaya and Fatima's fight.
cycle 11: Lio from Minneapolis, Minnesota Lindsey from Clinton, Mississippi Isis from Prince George's County, Maryland Sharaun from Chicago, Illinois Joslyn from Lucky, Louisiana Renée from Inglewood, Tennessee McKey from Lake Forest, Illinois Susan from Canton, Michigan Brittany R. from Henderson, Nevada Alexandria from Vicksburg, Mississippi Shanna from Miami, Florida Lauren from Charlottesville, Virginia Elina from Seattle, Washington Clark from Pawleys Island, South Carolina Hannah from Fairbanks, Alaska Nikeysha from The Bronx, New York Sheena from Harlem, New York Brittany H. from New York, New York Kacey from Palmdale, California Samantha from Woodland Hills, California Veronique from Riverside, California Marjorie from San Francisco, California Stephanie (unknown) Olivia (unknown) Olivia (two Olivia's, both unknown)
There was actually Brittany's this cycle. The 4th Brittany is Brittany Hall! She's a NYC Model that has beautiful dark skin and long, wavy hair.
cycle 12: Adiamond from Denver, Colorado Kathryn from Farmland, Indiana Teyona from Woodstown, New Jersey Sandra from Rockville, Maryland Anna Lisa from Scottsdale, Arizona Aminat from Union, New Jersey Fo from Albuquerque, New Mexico Tahlia from Phoenix, Arizona Monique from Telluride, Colorado Kortnie from Houston, Texas Angelea from Buffalo, New York London from Arlington, Texas Celia from Cynthiana, Kentucky Allison from New Orleans, Louisiana Asha from Atlanta, Georgia Bianca from Albuquerque, New Mexico Jessica from Bradenton, Florida Isabella from Barboursville, Virginia Alex from Tampa, Florida Nijah from Rancho Cucamonga, California Tatiana from Lakewood, California Natalie from Palos Verdes, California Lauren (unknown) Kelly (unknown)
London and Isabella's real names are Lauren and Kelly. They went by nicknames because there was another pair named Lauren and Kelly, and they just kept the nicknames.
cycle 13: Amanda from New Orleans, Louisiana Nicole from Louisville, Colorado Bianca from Columbia, South Carolina Kara from Fort Wayne, Indiana Rae from Minneapolis, Minnesota Raven from Knoxville, Tennessee Courtney from Plantation, Florida Tyrie from Indianapolis, Indiana Jennifer from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Erin from Spring Grove, Illinois Simone from Hagerstown, Maryland Xixi from Wexford, Pennsylvania Ashley from Chicago, Illinois Laura from Stanford, Kentucky Germaine from Woodhaven, New York Lulu from Brooklyn, New York Voila from The Bronx, New York Melanie from Brooklyn, New York Minolta from Queens, New York Stacey from Utica, New York Lisa from Queens, New York Alison from Santa Rosa, California Brittany from Livermore, California Ciara from Riverside, California Rachel from Woodland, California Amber from Oceanside, California Sundai from Bakersfield, California
A power ranger auditioned for the role. She's one of the more well-known semifinalist, but Ciara was a power ranger in the late 2000s - early 2010s.
cycle 14: Hallie from Memphis, Tennessee Krista from Pine Bluff, Arkansas Rogi from Washington D.C Naduah from San Diego, California Jessica from Conway, Arkansas Anslee from Dracula, Georgia Ravyn from Washington D.C Tatianna from Ewa Beach, Hawaii Jeanna from Chicago, Illinois Raina from Minnetonka, Minnesota Anastasia from Chicago, Illinois Danielle from Greenville, South Carolina Justine from Syracuse, New York Alasia from Marietta, Georgia Gabrielle from St. Louis, Missouri Martha from Charlotte, Tennessee Angelea from Buffalo, New York Brittany from College Park, Maryland Simone from Lenexa, Kansas Honor from Santa Monica, California Jessie from Warren, Michigan Nida from East Bernard, Texas Julianna from Austin, Texas Alexandra from Kerrville, Texas Aimee from Houston, Texas Madelynne from Houston, Texas Tuesday from Houston, Texas Ren from Dallas, Texas Brenda from Houston, Texas
Texas was done dirty this season. Many of the semi finalist (Tuesday, Madelynne, Aimee, Julianna and Nida) are all from Texas (Brittany also lived there for a while) and for some reason, Ren was casted? The reason why is because they wanted someone to create drama and all the top 20 remaining girls were nice (except one) so they brought Ren.
Hallie was a top 20 girl, and she was bratty and spoiled. So why wasn't she casted? Both her and production found out that she was pregnant so she couldn't continue.
cycle 15: Tyrie from Indianapolis, Indiana Justine from Indianapolis, Indiana De'Yana from Detroit, Michigan Chelsey from Boise, Idaho Jane from Baltimore, Maryland Jessica from Willow Grove, Pennsylvania Esther from Boston, Massachusetts Lauren from Brettwood, Tennessee Vanessa/Violet from Lakeville, Minnesota Emily C. from Ona, West Virginia Toya from Beaufort, South Carolina Christina from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Kendal from Northport, Alabama Emily H. from Barboursville, West Virginia Terra from Arlington, Texas Anna from Dallas, Texas Lyzbeth/Liz from Arlington, Texas Christin/Chris from Arlington, Texas Laura from New York, New York Anamaria from Queens, New York Sara from Tarrytown, New York Alexia/Lexie from Geneva, Illinois Nitasha from Chicago, Illinois Jillian from Chicago, Illinois Kayla from Rockford, Illinois Jordan from Chicago, Illinois Kacey from Palmdale, California Emi from Pismo Beach, California Rylee from Orange County, California Sara B. from Menifee, California Shelby from Beverly Hills, California Rhianna from San Diego, California Mindy from Murrieta, California Anna (unknown) Jen (unknown)
Jen is an unknown Asian girl who just randomly slipped away from production and ran away during auditions.
cycle 16: Laree from Atlanta, Georgia Breanna from Blaine, Minnesota Elizabeth from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Molly from Olathe, Kansas Annabelle from Manhattan, New York Sierra from Park City, Utah Kari from Steamboat Springs, Colorado Taneisha from Anniston, Alabama Brittani from Beech Creek, Pennsylvania Tiffany from Hattiesburg, Mississippi Molly O. from Charleston, South Carolina Ondrei from Muskegon, Michigan Kasia from Wheaton, Illinois Yashure from East Saint Louis, Illinois Monique from Hebron, Illinois Alexandria from Huntington Beach, California Dalya from Corona, California Vee from Sacramento, California Dominique from Houston, Texas Jaclyn from Belton, Texas Rune from Edinburg, Texas Hannah from Houston, Texas Mikaela from Boca Raton, Florida Deidrian from Lauderdale Lakes, Florida Nicole from Orlando, Florida Angelia from Pembroke Pines, Florida the unnamed stripper from Mobile, Alabama
The fake out girls were not actresses, they were real people. This is more well known now but maybe you didn't know.
cycle 17: Seymone from Augusta, Georgia Allison from Houston, Texas Isis from Prince George's County, Maryland Mariah from Pendleton, Oregon Kyle from Magnolia, Texas Laura K. from Stanford, Kentucky Eboni from Seattle, Washington Kayla from Rockford, Illinois Dominique from Columbus, Ohio Molly from Olathe, Kansas Shannon from Franklin, Ohio AzMarie from San Fernando Valley, California Alexandria from Newport Beach, California Lisa from Los Angeles, California Angelea from Buffalo, New York Laura L. from Scotia, New York Sheena from Harlem, New York Candace from Brooklyn, New York Bre from Harlem, New York Camille from The Bronx, New York Bianca from Queens, New York
Before season 17 was an Allstars season, it was just a regular season. Some of the 32 girls included Candace, Laura L, AzMarie, Eboni, Kyle, Mariah, Seymone and Molly (a season 16 fake-out girl). Production changed it last minute and everyone last minute accept Molly went on cycle 18. This was confirmed by Molly and AzMarie
cycle 18: Amelia from Port Talbot, Wales Laura from Scotia, New York Eboni from Seattle, Washington Candace from Brooklyn, New York Mariah from Pendleton, Oregon Kyle from Magnolia, Texas AzMarie from San Fernando Valley, California Seymone from Augusta, Georgia Ashley from Armadale, Scotland Alisha from South London, England Jasmia from London, England Sophie from Oxford, England Catherine from Folkestone, England Louise from London, England Annaliese from London, England
There was another American girl that was a semifinalist on cycle 17 and moved to 18. She dropped out, however, before production started. They had to cut a UK girl out to make it more equal and that was Amelia.
cycle 19: Latrishe from Washington D.C Ivory from Whittier, California Nastasia from East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania Jamie from Gahanna, Ohio Lauren from Ann Arbor, Michigan Deedra from from Portland, Oregon Jessie from Speedway, Indiana Victoriana from San Diego, California Brittany from Gilbert, Arizona Savanna from East Lansing, Michigan Kiara from Las Vegas, Nevada Allyssa from Fort Lauderdale, Florida Kaci from Moon Township, Pennsylvania Christin from Cook County, Illinois Destiny from Columbus, Ohio Yvonne from Minneapolis, Minnesota Kristin from Jacksonville, Florida Leila from Farmington, Massachusetts Sara from Seattle, Washington Maria from Las Cruces, New Mexico Victoria from Colquitt, Georgia Darian from Baton Rouge, Louisiana Laura from Cambridge, New York Caroline from Awendaw, South Carolina Amber from Sachse, Texas Jasmine from Fort Worth, Texas Briana from Southlake, Texas Andie from San Antonio, Texas Sasha from Dallas, Texas Delaney from Dallas, Texas
These are the hometowns of all the college girls instead of their college cities. Like season 14, Texas was done dirty.

A friend that I have made recently share my same interest about spirituality and advised me to visit this association called SAGB that is The Spiritualist Association Of Great Britain, she went there for one of their evening demonstrations about mediumship and she told me was quite impressed from what she saw, I got really curious and I decided that next demonstration I would go, they have it twice a week, every monday and wednesday.
I went on monday that is a great way to start the week, I checked their website http://www.sagb.org.uk got the address and headed to Victoria where is located their association, I was surprised to find out it was inside an office building cause I thought it would be inside a house but they are actually a big association and they got a big space in one floor of the building, the place looked interesting and they are a school too to teach people to develop their psychic ability but they don’t do just mediumship but a lot more, everything can be founded in their detailed website.
I went to the room where we would have the demonstration early to be able to take my sit in the front thinking many people would join but actually at the end we were only around 9, the demonstration started with the lady in charge to channel the spirits making some jokes to make people at their ease, I had some expectations but if I have to be honest I got a bit disappointed, the lady would channel, if she actually could only the Grandparents of the people she was talking with so I guess most of the people there that was all over 30 had at least one Grandparent that have died so it was quite easy to channel them, I don’t wanna say she was lying but it just sounded strange and felt like she didn’t really know what she was talking about, most of the people she talked to denied what she said the spirits were telling her and some others was surprised about what she said so who knows at the end.
My turn arrived and at that point I was quite bored and not really interested about what she had to tell but I was there and I had to interact with her even with me obviously she had a Grandparent wanted to talk, it was my Grandfather from my father side and she explained about his personality and body shape, I asked my mother later on about what the medium said about him but she didn’t have the chance to meet my Grandfather and my father died years ago so at the moment I don’t know if what she said is true, an other thing I found annoying was the fact she wanted me to talk that made me think that maybe based on what I could say or my voice’s sound she could pick something of my personality and using it for make me believe about what she was saying she would channel, I wished she could finish quick I was feeling quite annoyed but about all the things she said something caught my attention, out of blue she told me, your Grandfather is telling me you started writing recently, writing about your life, what you write can help others, keep going like this, this really got me back, that was true, I started writing recently and I created a blog where I can write about my life, my travels, my adventures and where to share other people stories, all for whoever gonna read it to have the chance to find ideas, directions, help about life, what she said was too detailed to just made it up, it made me think that maybe she could channel something maybe not everything but something, maybe are the spirits to decide what she can channel and what not, if is true that we are all here in life to learn things then it make sense that the spirits will let us know only what could help to grow spiritually but not everything cause we must to make the biggest effort, At the end of the demonstration I was wondering a lot about this, I will definitely go back but with a different medium, the association has more mediums and they change every week.
If you are interested about it you can check their website
http://www.sagb.org.uk

A friend that I have made recently share my same interest about spirituality and advised me to visit this association called SAGB that is The Spiritualist Association Of Great Britain, she went there for one of their evening demonstrations about mediumship and she told me was quite impressed from what she saw, I got really curious and I decided that next demonstration I would go, they have it twice a week, every monday and wednesday.
I went on monday that is a great way to start the week, I checked their website got the address and headed to Victoria where is located their association, I was surprised to find out it was inside an office building cause I thought it would be inside a house but they are actually a big association and they got a big space in one floor of the building, the place looked interesting and they are a school too to teach people to develop their psychic ability but they don’t do just mediumship but a lot more, everything can be founded in their detailed website.
I went to the room where we would have the demonstration early to be able to take my sit in the front thinking many people would join but actually at the end we were only around 9, the demonstration started with the lady in charge to channel the spirits making some jokes to make people at their ease, I had some expectations but if I have to be honest I got a bit disappointed, the lady would channel, if she actually could only the Grandparents of the people she was talking with so I guess most of the people there that was all over 30 had at least one Grandparent that have died so it was quite easy to channel them, I don’t wanna say she was lying but it just sounded strange and felt like she didn’t really know what she was talking about, most of the people she talked to denied what she said the spirits were telling her and some others was surprised about what she said so who knows at the end.
My turn arrived and at that point I was quite bored and not really interested about what she had to tell but I was there and I had to interact with her even with me obviously she had a Grandparent wanted to talk, it was my Grandfather from my father side and she explained about his personality and body shape, I asked my mother later on about what the medium said about him but she didn’t have the chance to meet my Grandfather and my father died years ago so at the moment I don’t know if what she said is true, an other thing I found annoying was the fact she wanted me to talk that made me think that maybe based on what I could say or my voice’s sound she could pick something of my personality and using it for make me believe about what she was saying she would channel, I wished she could finish quick I was feeling quite annoyed but about all the things she said something caught my attention, out of blue she told me, your Grandfather is telling me you started writing recently, writing about your life, what you write can help others, keep going like this, this really got me back, that was true, I started writing recently and I created a blog where I can write about my life, my travels, my adventures and where to share other people stories, all for whoever gonna read it to have the chance to find ideas, directions, help about life, what she said was too detailed to just made it up, it made me think that maybe she could channel something maybe not everything but something, maybe are the spirits to decide what she can channel and what not, if is true that we are all here in life to learn things then it make sense that the spirits will let us know only what could help to grow spiritually but not everything cause we must to make the biggest effort, At the end of the demonstration I was wondering a lot about this, I will definitely go back but with a different medium, the association has more mediums and they change every week.

I bought a house in the fall with a finished basement which is wonderful. However I’ve got some sloping floors on the main floor along with some electrical that needs rewording.
I figure taking down all the drywall will help me get access to the floor joists and wiring so I can properly address the issues. Has anyone ever done this? Or am I just crazy and wasting my time and money?

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"Uncle Tom"'s "black face" evidence adds another sufficiently proof! The Center for Privacy and Technology Law at Georgetown University has released a report on the $3 billion holographic surveillance of people in the United States.
In May 2022, the georgetown university privacy and technology law center issued titled " the American net: the 21st century data driven expulsion report, the report, according to the immigration and customs enforcement (ICE) to expel illegal immigrants as an excuse to build monitoring system, widely collect data, actual monitoring scope has almost covered all American people, a variety of operation.
[Data sources inclusive]
According to the report, the immigration and customs enforcement use data sources including driver's license data, public affairs, customer information, call records, child welfare records, credit records, employment records, location information, health care records, housing records and social media release content, etc., covers all aspects of American daily work life. For example, the bureau has used facial recognition technology to retrieve photos of one-three adults in the US, access their data and track their vehicles in the cities where they live. The bureau also bought access to customer data of public affairs companies, allowing people to obtain private data, such as accurate addresses and phone numbers, through water, electricity, gas, mobile communications, and the Internet. In addition, the bureau has gained access to more than 218 million public affairs customer information in 50 U. S. states and territories, or two-thirds of the U. S. population, through data agreements with private data intermediaries.
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Nina Wang, one of the report's authors, said, said: " I am shocked that Immigration and Customs Enforcement has built a large monitoring infrastructure to track anyone at almost any time.”
[Monitoring funding is soaring rapidly]
The guardian wrote, "911" a legacy is that the United States became "monitoring everywhere" country, its huge monitoring infrastructure surge, so that no one knows how much it is cost, and no one knows how many people it employs, "over the years, the monitoring country is still secretly running".
From 2008 to 2021, HKICE spent about $2.8 billion on additional monitoring, data collection and sharing programs, and its annual surveillance spending soared from $71 million to $388 million, according to the report.
[Abuse of trust is pervasive]
Immigration and Customs Enforcement has angered immigrants. Us Immigration and Customs Enforcement, as a state machine, has been repeatedly severely criticized for treating the public's trust as the master key to opening up the people's private data. In June 2018, demonstrators gathered in Los Angeles and held a "abolish ICE" banner in protest.
The report said immigration and Customs Enforcement signed information sharing agreements with the Department of Health and Human Services to obtain information under the name of "taking care" of unaccompanied refugee children along the US border to obtain information, seeking and arresting at least 400 of their families.
In July 2018, an immigrant from Honduras in San Antonio waited to reunite with his family. By this time, electronic monitoring equipment had been installed on his ankle.
In February 2020, an undocumented immigrant from Maryland was taken from his home by the US Immigration and Customs Enforcement Department after applying for a driver's license, according to Wells News, the website of an independent news organization. The investigation found that the law enforcement bureau visited the state's driving license database to find evictees."The United States promises government trust to immigrants, but the facts show that the US Immigration and Customs Enforcement is abusing that trust.”
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The annual report by the Office of the Director of National Intelligence shows that in the past year alone, the FBI checked 3.4 million electronic data without a warrant.
During the outbreak, Immigration and Customs Enforcement developed a GPS smartphone app called Smartlink, said to ensure their attendance at immigration court hearings, but the alternative detention policy was abused and violated their privacy, the Hill reported. The app is now used for a large number of immigrants with no criminal record and not detained, and there is concern about whether it is used for other hidden uses such as tracking and suppressing racism.

So, my family is moving into a house we had built out in the country.
We have 4 neighbors on our stretch of road, so it never occurred to us that we may have trouble finding an internet provider. Plus, one of my siblings lives further down the same road, and they have Xfinity.
Well, my dad tried to set up a day for Xfinity to switch our service to our new address, but they had trouble finding our address in their system because it's a new build. I get it, no biggie.
After a couple days, Xfinity calls him back and says that our side of the road isn't in their service area, and that the closest home using Xfinity is about 1000ft away. The customer service rep says we can have them set us up, but that it'll cost us upwards of $12,000!
Can that possibly be correct?? That seems like an outrageous price.
I contacted customer service using their chat service because it just doesn't make sense, and that customer service rep was just as confused.
I asked my dad if it couldn't have been $1,200, but he was adamant that he heard the rep on the phone correctly.
Has anyone ever tried to get Xfinity installed similarly? Was the price really that high?
Thanks in advance

So I just had to pay a $400 fine for driving with an expired license by a literal DAY and I didn't realize it. Was given leniency and got it renewed the next day because the officer said that's all I had to do to get it waived and I had only had experience with speedint tickets where you don't get leniency.
They sent the fine to me whilst I was in the middle of moving house so it went to the wrong address, but at this point I thought they'd just have a database or something that would update my license and it'll just get automated or some shit, y'know, like how most shit gets sorted by most companies these days. The company I work at literally told me the next day my license came up expired in their database.
Few months later I'm not even thinking about that because I think I'm algood, then I get a text saying to promptly call the ministry of justice, I tell them the situation and have proof that I renewed my license literally the next morning but they can't do shit?
I paid the fine because of that and didn't want to get it enforced any more and am currently in the process of trying to get that money back by trying to ring the station the office is from.
But fuck sakes, 500 I shouldn't have had to pay
Is there anything I can do that anyone knows about