Not as though I do any other kind but it still fucking sucks, play by play, this is what happened:

I spent a good hour curating my basket and got ready to check out. I had the option to check out as guest or log in to my existing account.

I got a bad feeling about this site in case I lost my entire basket, this has happened often enough that it's something I now feel nervous about, but it will probably make returns easier, better log in to be on the safe side.

That's weird. Seems I already have an account, but no password to be found. No matter, I go to reset it.

They send a reset email, I follow the instructions, reset my password, and it asks me to log in again. Alarm bells start ringing. I ignore them. I click log in.

Session expired.

All my shit is gone.

I fucking knew this would happen.

I furiously cmd + shift + T and add all my stuff back, but I only have half the items, seems I hit the tab history limit. Fucking killl meeeeeeeeeeee.

Then I spend another half an hour pain stakingly scrolling through my history and re-adding each item one by one until finally I'm done, ready to check out again. So I go to checkout.

I see the option to register for a premium account and get free next day shipping and unlimited free returns. Interesting. I figured I was intending to return a lot of this stuff anyway, and I need it soon, so for a few extra quid why not.

As soon as I added premium to my basket and went to pay, it asks me to login again. Jesus Christ not this again. I quickly open up all of my shit in other tabs, just in case, but it doesn't happen. Actually what happens is all the shit I added originally is instantaneously retrieved from the ether, and now I have double of everything. That's not the worst that could have happened, at least, but I wish I could get that half hour of my life back.

Then I see the option to pay later by Klarna. Nice. As I said, probably going to return a lot of this stuff, so may as well buy now, return what I don't want and pay the balance.

Klarna opens a new window, and nothing loads. Fine. I'll pay by card. Let me try the Amex.

Payment declined.

Bullshit, I watched you, you didn't even try to take the payment. But whatever. I'll try again with another card.

Payment declined.

Fuck you, I know you didn't even try. I know I have money. Probably my shitty furry browser being shit again, so instead I open Chrome and go through all this again.

I log in, go to checkout, figure I'll try Klarna again, and damn. Klarna is registered to my old phone. They want me to take a photo of my face and upload my driving license to reset it. I don't know how long that's going to take. I can't be fucked. It's 11.30pm now and I look like complete shit. Let's try my cards again.

Payment declined. Try the other one, same thing. Shit. Guess it's Klarna then.

I go through all the 2fa again, take a photo of my driving license, take a photo of myself looking like Ted Kasckinski and wait, and thankfully the whole thing clears in like 2 minutes. God damn though, this shit took me over an hour.

Anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk.

How can I get back at them

Not because of the bill but because I am melting as it is and want all the doors and windows open

You can imagine her disappointment when she learned that it contained none of the music from the game, and only sound effects like the low humming of the police siren

My experience was marginally better, as I did not realise my music was not downloading until I got on the plane, and sadly only managed to download Michael Cera's cover of Clay Pigeons by the time we got in the air

After several hours of listening to this on repeat I still do not know all of the words, but I now know more than I do of any other song besides Afroman's Colt 45

As a kid / early teenager at night I remember lying awake at night and feeling my whole body screech at me. It's indescribable, almost. As an adult, I have only felt this way again twice. Once in Egypt when I caught some kind of flu, it felt like electrodes running through my body. Come to think of it, it feels a lot like holding onto an electric fence. The other time was after a megadose of LSD, my body screeching, the world crashing againt me in waves, dipping in and out for hours, and there was that pain again.

Besides the pain, I could only think these words to try to understand how I was feeling: plastic, elastic, spastic. I think elastic because it was like my nerves were being stretched out and allowed to smack back into place, although now I type it out here I realise that is just drug induced psychosis.

Anyway, the feeling at the time was that this sensation of being pulled apart was insanely familiar, like it had at one point been with me every night of my life. I would like in bed and fidget about and stretch myself out and try to find any position at all that didn't hurt.

Wondering if just me or everyone else as well?

According to several treaties between China and Britain, Hong Kong was returned to China in 1997. This was after 156 years of British rule that brought security and much prosperity to the territory. British rule spared Hong Kong from all the civil wars and general mayhem taking place in China. During World War II, Hong Kong was occupied by Japanese troops from late 1941 to August 1945. After the war Hong Kong quickly recovered economically. Since Hong Kong returned to Chinese control in 1997, the area has become a special economic zone that, despite some meddling by corrupt Chinese officials, has prospered. China expects that the same pattern would occur if they got Vladivostok back.

What is this, why does this body betray me?

She will run through fire, open herself up to opportunity attacks, and use up all her actions to send a squidgy mage into the middle of a battlefield. She says that strategy is boring. As a seasoned Xcom addict, I am dying.

Of course if they are poor quality, old, or already stained, then that is fine, I will literally never get a mark on them, and if I do, it will wash off easily.

If I buy a brand new shirt though, I will undoubtedly ruin it the very same day, even if I haven't yet worn it. This happens every single time.

Yesterday I pulled a basically brand new shirt out of my cupboard, saw it was marked, and set it aside to clean later. I don't remember getting it dirty, but it looked like sand / rust / dirt from my recent trip to B&Q. I sprayed it with oxygen bleach, which did absolutely nothing as usual, despite assurances from TikTok that oxygen bleach is the best, and super powerful, so instead I scrubbed it with soap, but it was stubborn and I didn't make any progress at all.

Half a bottle of white vinegar and several tablespoons of baking soda later, I was able to get the stain out by scraping the fabric roughly with my fingernails. Great. Then I put it in the washing machine to wash off. I took it out just now, and it has another gigantic stain on it, on the back somehow? Who is doing this to me? Myself? I hate that guy!

I really enjoyed my time listening to the stress simulator 3000. My favourite bit was how the entire book was written like the most aggravating parts of Jurassic Park where Lex is yelling at Timmy to DO SOMETHING and Timmy shouts back IM TRYING. I really did like the twist in the very last line though.

I have tried pretty hard to find it again to no avail, it was just some guy in his house talking about his game and showing clips of gameplay, and I feel like his wife was in it too? The gameplay involved you cruising through space in your spaceship, exiting the cockpit and walking around while in transit, even going out on excursions - all in first person. Does anyone have any idea what I'm talking about?