They weren’t just on the shoulder of 395 today, people were parked ON THE FUCKING BRIDGE in the right lane today

Texan to Texan - buy a tortilla press and a bag of maseca. This also doesn’t answer your question, but do yourself a favor and head to the Rosalyn area for Tacos El Chilango—it’s a taco truck that doesn’t move in a small Mexican (as the truck’s name might suggest) enclave. Street-style tacos. Very tasty.

I’m the same way. Takeoff is scary to me because you get catapulted up into the air, the plane turns/banks hard out of DCA, and then the engine noises change and the angle of plane drops as you hit cruising altitude—it feels like falling or something going wrong. However, my fear is probably due to a bad helicopter flight where we had to do an autorotation (i.e., they cut the engine and the centrifugal force of the falling aircraft causes the rotors to keep spinning). …Maybe I have PTSD

My favorite part about going there is walking in, finding an employee (my favorite guy is Andy), and telling them what you want, what you like, and what your price point is. I’ve been slowly working my way through their mezcal. I just grabbed a bottle of Mal Bien per an Andy rec, which is open fermented in cypress barrels. It is beautiful

“Doesn’t allow”??? That is insane. I just found out that in Australia they PUT YOU UNDER for an IUD insertion but you can’t even get lidocaine here?? Savages

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Just out of curiosity, why would you comment on this lol

Is this NextDoor?

It’s an old WWII-era building that has unbelievably thin floors, and the upstairs unit was of course cheaply renovated and they removed the carpet and put down laminate flooring. When the couple first moved in, they would wake me up 3-5 times a WEEK for 6 MONTHS. It was insane—they literally only seemed to sleep for 4 hours a night between 1am and 5am. I tried talking to them (they refuse to answer their door), I left pleading notes, I offered to play them vids of how loud it was in my unit, I offered to buy them sound-dampening rug mats for their HOA-required rugs shipped straight to their door—nothing. Finally I went up one night and banged on their door and screamed that I was calling the cops and reporting them (for the 1 millionth time) to the HOA and manager. Then every time they were loud past midnight in their bedroom I would pound on the ceiling for like a full minute. They finally shut the fuck up last year after a week of my crazyass behavior. This was a return to their “normal” (see; psychotic that they don’t sleep) behavior. Triggering.

I had a long, drawn out weekend and took some melatonin at 9 to get a solid 9 hours before another long day. Upstairs neighbor woke me up at 10:30pm, 11:30pm, 1:30am, and 5:45am. They are currently running around their apartment, including their bedroom which is over my bedroom, with their dog (it’s 6:30am). I want to cry.

If OP is from the south/southwest, they will be unimpressed with Anita’s wateryass salsa.