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I am trying to sell on Grailed, however it keeps telling me to verify my home and email addresses. The email is verified on my Paypal and my billing and shipping addresses are the same as well. I contacted Grailed about this issue and they said it's on Paypal's end and vice versa. Any help on how to join?

What are your thoughts about people becoming more and more isolated?
It seems to me that technological advances over the past decade in particular are making it so we need less and less social interaction. You can get food, groceries and pretty much anything else delivered. Work from home is still a thing. Many people are self-absorbed and addicted to social media. Can you blame them?
This car-centric society is lacking in community. Most people work a lot. So they fulfill that human need for connection and community through things like politics and religion. Now both have their place, but can be divisive.
In some Scandinavian country i believe they have communal living where groups of people live together in large buildings and share chores like cooking and cleaning. They also eat meals and spend time together playing games, etc. This country is also consistantly ranked as one of the happiest in the world.
This ‘loneliness epidemic’ also causes and exacerbates mental health issues, which are not being resolved with psych meds and are contributing to violence, drug use and poverty. I feel AI and virtual reality will only exacerbate this.
If you agree, what can be done? If not, how so?

I'm not sure if this is the proper place to post this so forgive me and tell me where to go if it is not.
My girlfriend and I have been talking about moving in together. We live in Southeastern, PA just outside of Philly. It's just talk now and we're not planning on doing this any time soon (i.e., not within the next year) but I've been thinking about the financial and legal complications it might bring because of our circumstances. I'm just trying to plan ahead. Any advice would be appreciated. So, here's the situation:
I currently live in a condo that is in my name and I've been paying the mortgage on for 8 years since I moved in. My girlfriend lives alone in a bigger townhouse about an hour from me. Her parents own the property and bought it for her when she became legally disabled and could no longer work outside the house with the idea that she'd never have to worry about housing. We've talked about a lot of hypotheticals - she could move in with me (but my condo is way too small for two people and three cats between us), we could buy a place near me since I work at a local university (but financially, we'd never be able to afford something bigger than my current condo on one income and her disability payments), I move into her townhouse and commute to work.
The last option seems to be the most realistic and we've talked about that. I'm not sure what to do though. Since I bought my condo, I've never seen myself living somewhere where I was a "tenant" again. We've talked about getting lawyers involved to create a cohabitation agreement before we would do this. Her father, who owns her townhouse, is her lawyer which I thought would be worth mentioning. I'd have my own representation separate from him in this scenario, of course.
Has anyone ever dealt with this sort of scenario? If so, what am I missing or not thinking of?
I've also thought about keeping my condo as a rental/investment property if I do move into her condo. I've never have a property like that so any advice on how that works or what I'd need to know would also be appreciated.
I just want to be prepared if and when the time comes. Thanks!

Hey guys, I have a blackpink vinyl I want to sell but I have no clue where I can do it, can you please help me? I've seen on another post on this sub that there are country-specific groups for this kind of sale, does anyone know a brazilian one? Or any safe place for an international sale, if it comes to it.
I have the limited vinyl edition of The Album and since I have no desire to have a kpop nor a vinyl collection (plus I don't listen to it very often) I don't see the point of having it with me.

Hi everyone. This is going to be a long post so I apologize in advance. My boyfriend and I are frequently having heated arguments that are escalating quickly. We have one year old twins with another on the way and I don't know what to think or do. My brain feels like a jumbled mess.
To help explain what is going I'm going to provide the most recent example of our fight from earlier today. I will try to be as unbiased as possible and explain my wrongdoings as well. I'm not sure if I'm the problem (or at least part of it), and I genuinely want and need help/advice.
Earlier this morning I was taking care of the boys when I got violently ill (morning sickness - but reallllllly bad). I couldn't keep anything down and was sticky all over with sweat, and I kept feeling dizzy.
Because of this I took a nap during the twins nap once I got them to sleep. The twins woke up before I did, and my boyfriend brought them downstairs. When I woke up I asked my boyfriend what time the boys woke up from their nap, and he answered "2pm" (which means they'd be due to go to bed at around 6pm). My boyfriend works from home and he went to the basement to work. I was taking care of the babies and playing with them until about 4 30. Then I set them up with some toys and turned or my laptop to study (I'm currently in college).
My boyfriend came upstairs about 15 minutes later (4 45) saying that the boys needed to go to bed and that they had been up since 1. I was confused and said "you told me 2pm earlier", to which he replied that he did NOT say that and he said 1pm (maybe I misheard him I honestly don't know or if he is just making it up for some reason, but why would he do that?). Anyway, I said "OK, I will get them ready in a moment." I finished the page I was reading so I didn't lose my train of though with my studies, and then I started to get the boys ready for bed.
Unfortunately I was anticipating having a whole extra hour, and was now needing to rush. I made the boys dinner and got them fed (by this time it was after 5), and then I went upstairs to grab them some pajamas. On my way back I had to make another stop to the washroom as I started getting sick again. I'm not sure how long it lasted for because I didn't check the time again until HOURS later (after the fight was already over).
Anyway, after getting sick I was changing the babies diapers and putting them in their pj's. The one took my phone out of my pocket and freaked out when I took it away from him, and then started flailing around screaming and wouldn't let me get a fresh diaper on him. I felt like I was about to puke and broke out in a sweat, and in what was certainly not my finest moment I yelled out "STOP MOVING AROUND!".
My boyfriend ran up the stairs and snatched the child away from me and instantly accused me of shaking him (I never would), and said the baby was acting like an abused child (he was rubbing his face into the pillow - but he does this when he is tired). My boyfriend then started on me about not having the boys in bed yet and "look what you're doing to them".
I have REALLY bad anxiety and post partum depression (I'm seeing a therapist bi-weekly to work on it and i'm also taking medication), and my boyfriends attitude and the energy he was projecting just instantly put me right on edge. I tried to explain to him that I was overwhelmed, exhausted and sick, and that I was doing the very best I could, but that I was getting ill and I thought I had more time before they were due for bed. He wouldn't listen to anything and just kept cutting me off and talking over me going in circles about my abusive and neglectful behavior and going on and on and on and on and onnnnnnn about how I didn't have the boys in bed on time yet.
At this point I felt my brain starting to break. I told him he was giving me an anxiety attack to which he replied "every time I give you the tiniest bit of advice you have an "anxiety attack"." I just felt so unheard and unloved. Meanwhile the baby was STILL screaming this entire time (and my boyfriend was yelling this entire time too and I think I was too trying to get him to hear me). He said "look what I get to deal with - you just make more and more work for me".
At this point I was feeling totally overwhelmed with emotions and was having really bad negative thoughts that my family might actually be better off without me. I went upstairs to get away and left him downstairs with the kids. He followed me upstairs with the crying baby and stood over me with the baby while I was crying hysterically and the baby was crying hysterically and he was saying "look what you're doing to our child!". I begged him to leave because I didn't want the baby to see me like that, but he wouldn't.
So once again I tried to leave. I exited the room and he was hot on my tail. I was so frustrated I knocked the first thing off the counter that I walked past (apparently it was his speaker which he claims is now broken). He then started freaking out even more because I broke his things, and I then threw my phone on the ground and also kicked a stool (the leg of the plastic stool broke when I did this, and he freaked out ever more).
At this point I felt so uncontrollable that I was lying on the ground sobbing just begging him to leave me alone and stop yelling at me and to give me some space. But he wouldn't. And he KEPT going on. I reminded him I was pregnant and that none of this was good for me or baby, and he said "oh who cares, you act like this even when you aren't pregnant. I am going to tell you what I think and feel."
I can't explain how low I felt. These were the thoughts running through my head: I'm an abusive mother, I'm a bad partner, my family would be better off without me, I create more work for my partner, I'm permanently broken, I'm a BAD mom, maybe an abortion would be best.
All of these thoughts were swimming in my head and I told my boyfriend I was having really dark intrusive thoughts and I kept picturing stabbing myself. I don't even remember what his response was, but it must not have been helpful because the next thing I did was grab my anxiety medication and I put the whole bottle in my mouth. My boyfriend shoved his fingers down my throat and made me puke everything up.
Then I went to the bathroom and laid on the ground and was so upset I started banging my head on the floor. He claims he grabbed me by the hood of my sweater and that a few hairs got caught. But it felt like he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up with so much force that i went from laying to standing. I bit him on the shoulder and told him to leave me alone.
Then he said he was going to call the police on me on started telling me how abusive I was (its not the first time I've been physical with him like that - but the situations leading up to it were all very similar to today. I've never been violent with other people before....). My panic attack continued to the kitchen floor where I was still sobbing and hyperventilating. At this point my best friend and roommate of over a decade came home, and he instantly asked me if I was okay. Rafael started telling him his one sided story of me being an abuser and showing the bite mark to my friend.
My friend took me outside and sat me down and started helping me to do breathing exercises. Meanwhile my boyfriend kept coming outside and saying he was going to call the cops. My friend got him to agree to wait 20 minutes before doing anything - but the entire time my boyfriend was outside yelling a mile per minute at me.
After the 20 minutes was over he told me I had two options - I could go to the hospital with him in his car or I could sit outside on the front lawn and wait for an ambulance to get me. I told him I was not leaving (my friend was with me now and had calmed me down from crisis mode). So my boyfriend called the cops (non emergency number).
While he was on the phone with them I looked at him and told him very seriously that our relationship was over. That there was no coming back from this. He then promptly started trying to persuade the person on the phone that everything was okay, and then hung up.
Once he was off the phone he tried to pick the argument back up, and I replied that I was taking a bath and that I did not wish to speak to him. I went into the bathroom and he forced the door open behind me and sat on the toilet yelling and continuing to go on about everything. I closed the curtain and he kept opening it to which I replied " I am not your girlfriend anymore, and I do not wish for you to see me named. At this point he told me he had videos of me having the anxiety attack and that he was going to call the cops back. I said "whatever, I'm taking my bath" and ignored him.
About 5 minutes later I hear him on the phone with them AGAIN. I hear the man on the other line say they are sending people over. I said loud enough to the man on the phone could hear "I am fine sir!" Then my boyfriend started flipping out again to the point that the man on the line told him to stop escalating the situation (I was being totally calm at this point).
For some reason my boyfriend once again decided to convince the person on the phone that everything is okay and he once again hung up. Afterwards he didn't say anything, but he stood outside the open bathroom door for 20 minutes before returning to the basement to work again.
A couple hours later he asked if I was okay and I said "no". Now it is after midnight and he is sitting next to me showing me the occasional funny video acting like nothing happened or something???
What do I do? We have children!! I want what's best for them. I've told him so many times that I need to be treated with love when that's happening, but he seems to think it's a manipulation tactic (he has downright said that I cry just to try to make him feel bad). I don't know how to communicate with him and he won't do therapy with me. I am all fucked up and I know this, but he has issues too... how can things get better if he refused to admit that? My friend calmed me down in 10 minutes. They reminded me I was loved and cared for, and helped me breathe.
My boyfriend says I don't listen to him... but I heard EVERYTHING. He is upset that I yelled with the baby (totally understandable it was completely inappropriate, but he HAS had his moments too), and he was upset about the babies being late for bed, he was upset that I was "crazy" during my panic attack, and he was upset about the bite. But all I was trying to communicate was that I am totally overwhelmed, sick and feeling unheard, unloved and not needed, and that I am doing the best I can... I don't think he heard any of those things...
Sorry for venting so much and for the post being so long. Any thoughts are welcomed....

So I work as maintenance at a meat packaging plant at night. I use to work the kill floor doing various jobs. Then I moved to nights doing what I do now. The level of activity is insane. Last night a small little mouth bit me on my hand. These are the things I've seen and other ppl have told me about that goes on here. Pushed down in the women's locker room while cleaning is what happen to one of the cleaners. Seeing the sides of beef that are in the cooling locker swing from side to side. Lockers slamming shut getting your hair pulled. Hand on your shoulder. Phantom sounds of someone working on a machine but no one is there. Hearing someone walking down the hallway. Someone whistling but no one is there. Pounding on the lunch tables.Full bodied entity's walking by. You think it's a person but when you go to look no one is there.I have many pictures of scratches on my forehead arms and face. I get one every single night without fail. Do I think it's human no absolutely not. Their are tall ones 12 feet or more to small ones 3 feet and less. They also follow you home. I've had them hit me awake to yelling in my ear to scratching me when I'm watching TV to laying on my bed. These things are not here for fun and games. The cuts are so fine and so perfect it's insane. They mark my face when I sleep too. Across the nose or ear.GOt my left knee one day I was lying down. The burn was pretty bad and it left a scar which it shouldn't of because it was just a scratch.

Tomorrow I am going to get a night away from the kids. My husband is volunteering for a double shift as well, because, why not? We're not doing well anyway. I'm going to drop the kids off at my mom's in the morning, go home, eat a bunch of sleeping pills, and finally drift away into the peace I've never been able to find. It's not fair to anyone else in my family to have to deal with my turbulent emotions any longer, they've endured enough. No one can convince me that it's better in the long run if I stay around, every single person in my family is miserable because of me. I'm always angry and I take it out on others. My husband gets the brunt of it and I don't blame him for not loving me anymore. I think it's best if I cut the problem off at the source, then there's no battle over custody or who gets what. He deserves it all more than I do. He's a better person than me, period. I have made the past 7 years of his life hell, and it's time I paid for the things I've done to him and my kids for having to be there for it all.

Alright, I don't have much time, I am currently hiding in a cramped-up closet. I can hear it moving outside my room. You're most likely wondering how I got here, or why I don't have time. Well here is my story. One sunny California day, I was sitting on my lumpy couch with a new phone I had just bought. It had all the important apps I would spend most of my days on (Youtube, Tiktok, etc.) But I was too lazy to insert a SIM card into my phone. I was checking some Youtube, then over to TikTok repeat like what I always do. Eventually, I decided to put the SIM card into my phone so I can add my parents' numbers and my friends as well. I glance over to the counter where I had left the SIM and lazily get up from the couch as its leather detaches from my skin.
It's only a few steps from the couch but for some reason, it felt longer, maybe it was my laziness or tiredness but it felt as if you were walking up a never-ending staircase. Eventually, I reached the marble counter, but instead of the SIM card being there, there was nothing! "Must have misplaced it?" I thought, trying to come up with a reason. I closed my eyes for a long blink before jogging over to my closet, things always got lost in there. For some reason though, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
As I was miles deep into the pile of clothes I heard, a few steps away from me *BUZZZZ\* The very distinct sound of my phone ringing "Must be my imagination" I murmured. My entire body was covered by this point. Then I hear the same sound again, then again, then again. Eventually, I get fed up with the ringing and burst out of the sea of clothes. And trudge over to my still-ringing phone.
"19 Missed Calls" it reads. "Odd" I blurted out loudly. I pick up my phone with a sense of urgency. *BUZZZZ\* Another call rings in. I've seen enough horror movies to know to not pick up the phone. *RING\* It goes, I had got a text, "Let me in!" It read. I looked at my phone in fear, I have no idea why, but still, it sent chills down my spine. Just then an Amber Alert set off in my phone "Masked killer seems to be stalking around (they said my neighbourhood)" it read. I almost screamed. But I managed to stay calm and ran into my bedroom.
I ran so fast I almost knocked down a picture of my mom- we had just had her funeral last Tuesday. When I got into my room I closed my window and locked my door. *BUZZZZ\* my phone went, I decided to be a man and answered it, and all I could hear was low breathing, then another Amber Alert "Masked killer has been sighted outside of (they said my address)" My heart pounded, I ran into the closet I am in now, and here is where my story resumes, "Honey, come out now" A familiar voice says outside, another Amber Alert rings on my phone "Masked killer can replicate voices, STAY AWAY" it reads. I remember the voice now, it's my mom's. "Honey, it is ok" My mom repeats. I have to open the door now, goodbye. My mom is home...

I have yet to listen to the DL get after me for not taking part on these myChat texts. Bitch, I have things to do than to take part of your BS numbers report. Ok I'm sure that you're at home watching TV while we are at work slaving for the man. I'm sure that you can get on your laptop and look up numbers for each store and see where they stand. There's two of us per shift and I want to get as many things done before we close so that the morning shift can do their tasks.

As the title says, I have an interesting issue. My 2019 jeep Cherokee trailhawk 65k mi. coolant temp was running just a little higher than normal, around 233 nominal. And I decided to pull over and check it out. My overflow reservoir was astonishingly low, an inch or so below the minimum line. So I got some coolant and filled it up and everything seemed fine.
After getting home, checked again and coolant level was seemingly okay.
Later that night. I checked again (no driving between) and it was back to below the minimum. So I added some more to see if maybe there was air in the system that had made its way out. Didn’t drive it except to move it into the garage afterward.
The next morning. Coolant back to below the minimum
Tomorrow I plan on getting one of those pressure test kits to find a leak, but I haven’t yet found a single puddle or residue. I plan on removing the front skid plate as that may be blocking any puddle from showing up and give me a better view.
Does this sound like it could be the oil cooler failing? I have no white smoke coming from exhaust and since it seems to leak even when sitting i’m inclined to believe there’s a leak somewhere.
Any tips from someone who’s looked at this before? Thanks in advance. I’ve done repairs on my last vehicle (15 fiat 500) but this one is new to me.

Anybody has a hard time looking at pics of themselves before vulvodynia and always feel a tiny bit sad? Makes me feel so nostalgic and like “I was so carefree and all my problems at the time are nothing compared to this chronic pain”… feels like I’m grieving a past self and the more time passes the more I feel disconnected to who I was before. I guess that’s what growth is idk.

I mean I found a tear in reality a bit south from my fire watch tower home. A fracked popped out and it teleported me when I walked in. Is there anything I should be aware of about it?

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So I met this guy while I was sitting at a coffee shop reading a book, minding my business. He's like "excuse me miss" and I look up and see the prettiest eyes ever so I wasnt so pissed about some random dude interrupting my fkn book. Anyways, he's smooth talking me and its really cute bc guys hit on me all the time but he was poetic with it. I give him my second number bc I don't give my personal number to strangers and he texts me right away. I don't respond until I get home and he calls me and this goes on for 3 days and he finally asks me on a date. We went out twice after that and I'm not gonna lie, we definitely had some bomb sex after our 1st date (lol I am that kinda girl when I wanna be) and then he instantly starts calling me his girl and introduced me to his friends and that shit was wild because he's much younger than me and Im not sure what I want right now other than sex and fun. So basically I ghosted him and now that we're talking again (its been like a month) and he's being WEIRD. He used to call me every morning and text me throughout the day but now all of a sudden he's "too busy" but when he wants to have sex, he hits me up. (I'm sorry this is so long I didn't mean to go into so much detail lol) So like today... He does the same thing and I'm like "Nah" and he's like ok have a good night and I'm like I will. (I told him I was going out tn) ~ His response was something like ~i dont care what you do bc its clear your not tryna have sex TN but i only want you. Next time, I'm not pulling out. I need you and I only wanna have sex and converse with you. I don't know what else you want me to say~
Should I just block shorty or?? Im conflicted with how serious he's being and I do like him enough but he travels alot for work and I need way too much attention to even try to take him serious. Idk what to say if anything at all 😅

Fedora 38 KDE Wayland AMD GPU (6000)
I am so sick and tired of scaling making it impossible to play games. It will always launch on the wrong screen unless I have the scaling to 100%. but then if i do that I can barley see anything else on my screen cause it becomes so tiny outside of games and I am not switching it back and forth every time I want to do one or the other. X11 is out of the question cause it wont support the higher refresh rate of my main monitor for some reason with a AMD GPU.
This has been a issue for YEARS from what i see online and I am honestly at my wits end with it.
WHY. INST. THIS. FIXED. YET.
And no amount of googling has found me a solution for these issues it is infuriating and this is a half rant and call for help at this point.

Had a terrifying near accident while driving today. A semi truck tried to run me off the road. Ever since I’ve been alternating between having anxiety attacks and feeling really disassociated. I feel the same as I did years ago after a different traumatic event (that was more serious than what happened today). I’m having flashes through my mind of what happened today and what happened years ago. Is it possible what happened today could cause my ptsd to come back? I’m 28 and I haven’t felt this way since I was diagnosed with ptsd at 15. I’m freaking out, I can’t feel this way again

Does it make any kind of difference whether I apply for work while traveling abroad or while at home in the US?
My goal at the moment is to get a junior dev position in Seattle, Washington. I’m considering coming home to look for full time work, but being abroad for a few months could give me more time to send out applications and practice interview problems than if I was busy paying Seattle rent.
What would you do? Apply from abroad online, or go to Seattle and try to make human connections?

We've been together 10+ years and there's been ups and downs but we were always able to work through it and become stronger in the process.
I know exactly what I need to do in this situation but I'm avoiding it and only prolonging my anguish to my own detriment. I know the things I need to work on for myself. I used to be in therapy but could no longer afford it. Which is why I'm here instead I guess.
Lately our intimate life hasn't been great. We've never had issues like this before. I'm more LL and he's HL, so I'm okay with him having his own time to do his thing. Some days of the week that's staying up late and just having a night to himself which I'm cool with as I can also do the same. But lately during sex, I noticed he's been frequently going soft, and/or wanting to put porn on in the background. I'm not inherently against this (the porn), but the combo of it has been making me feel shitty. So I've been feeling angry constantly.
He says he knows his limits and when to control himself when it comes to his porn consumption, that he can stop and take breaks whenever he feels he's going over the edge, but lately I'm wondering if the frequency is now nearing on an addiction. I know everyone is different with their libido so I didn't want to jump to addiction straight away as this was never an issue before. Even if he does lose his erection, he still makes sure I'm taken care of.
But when he's in the other room having his time, and I see that closed door, I feel bitter and start thinking negatively about him, imagining whatever he's doing in there and and dramatically thinking maybe this is the end of our relationship. That anger also makes me want to hurt him as retaliation for how our issues have hurt me in the past, which I realize I may have never gotten any kind of closure from. Maybe some of it is dormant anger from then I didn't realize was still there that's snow balling into the frustration now. I acknowledge this is petty and not a healthy emotional response.
He does spend time with me both emotionally and physically so I'm not being totally neglected or anything. I know if I speak up about this, he'll listen. When we're hanging out, I forget those feelings and remember why I still love him and then think those other feelings weren't that big of a deal. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill. I'm also depressed and have been struggling to get back onto my own hobbies and independent life so without those, I dwell and agonize more than I should. I know I just have to talk to him, but my upbringing has made me conflict averse and afraid of rocking the boat. So instead I shut down and distance myself. He always notices and asks if I'm ok, need space or if there's something I want to talk about and I stupidly reassure him that I'm fine, and then go and sulk. Why do I have to be like this?

My PA has been working on recovery and it’s been a rocky start. He got rid of all the triggering apps and deleted all his social media profiles. I make sure to monitor everything now as well.
Something clicked today and I can’t quite prove it yet but I can tell somethings up even with all the stuff we have in place.
I’m wondering if anyone has suggestions of what I might have missed or weird things to look for that I just might be oblivious to?
He keeps saying he’s staying up watching his favorite show in the evenings at work but his watch history on the app he logs into doesn’t show any progress for that show. It’s been the same episode and season for the last week. We share the service so I can see his profile and watch history whenever I login. He doesn’t know this yet, and I don’t plan on sharing anything. I sort of want to see where it goes.
One of his tells is when he talks a lot about something or shares lots of detail I know he’s lying. He knows I don’t watch the show or care to but he started rattling off today about the season finale. I think he needed to make sure I knew he was actually watching it. Thing is, I will sit through the work of verifying that shit down to the color of the shirt he might have described. He doesn’t even think that far so he just kept talking. Anyway, I watched the finale for myself. None of the shit he spent that rant explaining happened in that episode . It all happened in the episodes prior to and in the one his profile says he last watched. Which is halfway through the entire season.
I’ve pieced that part together now, but I can’t figure out what he’s doing during that time frame that isn’t actually watching the show. His screentime isn’t showing anything in the timeframe so I’m assuming it’s incognito but I need solid proof before he will admit to pretty much anything and work on it.
Another aha moment today was that I realized his work backpack was missing the towel he took for showers on the road(he’s a truck driver). It’s been missing for a bit, but I sort of let that slip under the radar I guess. He always had it just in case he was expected to have an extended trip and needed to wash up at the truck stop. I called him out for using socks to ejaculate into at work and I told him I never wanted to find that shit again. I’m thinking since I haven’t seen a sock in a long time, it’s got to be the towel now and he’s just been lying.
I will causally bring up the towel at some point and ask him to bring it home to launder. When it either doesn’t or he rushes to wash it before me I will know the answer to the MO at the very least. I just need to find out what the porn is.
Any clues or guesses?
I am in investigative mode to collect information for accountability right now. Any suggestions are much appreciated!