They limit the number of times you can queue the same artist.

So now they have to deal with even more random music.

I just realised, you might know someone I can offload my old pump to. Not looking to sell it, honestly it's old af and before I used it I'm pretty sure it was in a cupboard for years. But like if you know anyone that wants a free (ancient) medela swing maxi send them my way.

The Lacevo S70. They were on sale during the black Friday stuff.

Very fancy, they're pretty comfy, pretty convenient too which was the big goal. Also the sizing kit was pretty useful.

Oh, if I ever make enough to make tea it's 100% going to be made.

They almost cried because the last little bit that has been exposed by my weight loss is just a little too wide for them.

They also had to tap due to a sore jaw.

Pretty sure I can count that as a double win.

I figured it out eventually, some silly bean has stockpiled them in a weird spot.

Related, did you know that a fun way to torture a brat is to let them sit knowing consequences are planned but they don't get to know what they are or when they'll happen.

Also, Kobolds can blush.

I'm now being informed that it's mean to make someone say please for ice cream. At this point I'm pretty sure I could make anything mean.

I have both right here, you just have to ask nicely.

You'll go to bed hungry at this rate young man.

You're all good, the walls are crazy thin.

And like, I generally assume anything said by anyone I'm not in a relationship with has an implict /jk or /s.

I need a badge that says "Please be direct, I don't pick up on flirting" lol.

Whatever could you mean, surely it isn't weird to reply to your roommates post about how any friend I'm comfy enough to fall asleep next to is welcome to just pop my tits out and have a feed.

Or even the fact that I'm trying to lactate.

Totally not awkward to reply to /s

But like, even with that, those other people are all notable absences in the tapestry of my existence. Every single one.

From my first love through to the girl I shared a smoke with once all the way to people who I've talked to recently but not really deeply like we once did.

They're all missed.

I think too much about so many people that I've not spoken to for years. Not even like intense or long term friendships even, though they're there as well.

Just like, everyone. My life has been touched by so many people and I'll never see nor talk to the majority of them ever again.