Most reviews of this album online indicate that it has a runtime of 44:44, but I’m listening to it on Spotify right now and it has a total length of 46:28. Comparing it track by track, the discrepancies in some songs seem to be attributable to a few additional seconds of ending silence in the Spotify version, but some of these songs (excluding any ending silence) seem to be going on for a few seconds longer than its supposed runtime based on online reviews. Anyone know what’s happening here? It’s not too important, but I’m just curious since it’s my first time listening to this album. (actually I’ve listened to it 3 time in a row already, this album is amazing)
“That’s a hickory daiquiri, doc!”
You know that hill that drops right before the light? Yeah, they're sitting at the bottom of it clocking people coming down the hill. Just an FYI
Read a post on here about some deviled eggs and made me think of what just happened with my bf's mom. I'm happy to give more context if needed. Please don’t share my story on other subs.
My (28F) boyfriend (33M) of 2 years still lives at home. He's working on moving out, but it's hard to, huge part of that because of his mom not wanting him to (that can be another post in and of itself). As a result I used to go over to his parents' house a lot and got to know his mother. At first seemingly nice and generous, being around her made me realize she is passive-aggressive and disguises her pettiness under a veneer of generosity. Like you owe her big-time for "all she's done for you", and she'll never let you forget it.
She's not shy to request things, and maybe that's ok if she's asking them of her own child, but I am not her child. I've been asked to clean bathrooms, garden, and when they moved I helped them pack and unpack their absurdly packed home as well as list and sell all the items they wanted sold on marketplace. The last party I was "invited" to, I had to spend the whole party at the kids table taking care of their relatives' young children to "give their parents a break". This is just a small sample of what she's asked me to do. Being a people-pleaser and feeling like I had to because I was staying at their house, I assented. It's not that I don't like to help, and I do offer my help, it's her feeling entitled to my time and labour at the moment she wants it, and her assumption that what she has going on is more important than what I have to do.
My breaking point was her throwing a tantrum because my boyfriend's basement suite, a space that is supposedly my bf's only, was messy. While I understand I was in her house, the tantrum that she threw was unnecessary and hostile. I went immediately home after cleaning, and have stayed away since. I own my own place and I don't like being spoken to in a hostile manner like a child.
She still texts me time to time, and I feel triggered whenever she texts me. There's always the assumption that I'm somehow responsible for my boyfriend. It's like, just talk to your own son! I'm not his manager. Examples: "Please tell (BF) to get a $100 gift card from (store)", "please tell him to bring X home".
But now the holidays are here, and her sense of entitlement is back in full force.
She sent me an email the other day inviting me to their Christmas party. Every invitation she sends comes with requests, it's never j
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