I’m homeless. Originally I was planning on fundraising for a motel room but it’s 5 days, and I feel like that’s just a waste of money. Staying at motels makes me sad anyways.
So I’m going to try to prepare to just weather it out. I have a friend who I can theoretically stay with and I might for a day or whatever but she is really annoying and I had a breakdown last time I stayed with her. And I’d rather just eat shit and die of hypothermia than go to a shelter.
The structure I live in is not ready for this weather. I need tarps (at least two, and they’re like $10-$15 apiece). Most critically I need gloves and a ski mask. It would be nice to have socks and underwear but these aren’t exactly mission critical.
Because I’m stupid I need a new camp stove; I’d like to get a butane stove because propane smells like eating ass, and those are I think $40 at H Mart. Something to cook noodles in would be nice too.
Lastly I need a burrito ($10-$13). I’m out of food stamps. And I want a burrito.
I’m using a friend’s CashApp. $1talove
If you need Venmo or PayPal info, DM me, I still have to ask if she has those.
Wasn’t going to post another one of these, if not for the insane weather. Thanks.
yeah wondering the same, if its my city I have a spare bed (pull out couch but still)
edit: nvm my city doesnt have H mart
It's fuckin cold out there comrade, the best I can do is bump. Also if you are willing to tell me the general region I can try to do some online research about resources in your area, but I assume you've already done a bunch of research. Still too concerned about privacy to put my money on here but if there's any way to help digitally I'd like to. It's cold out.
I think you can put any name you want in CashApp and Venmo, just so you know. Pretty sure it's just PayPal that makes it hard to hide your real name from recipients.
I completely fucked off preparing my shack for battle. Despite my being almost 32 years of age and having not been in a persistent vegetative state for 0% of that time, I thought that I would be fine with incomplete walls. I had purchased a butane stove, which failed due to being too cold (and I nearly killed myself, again, when I discovered that tipping the stove forward helps the problem of it not functioning until a terrifying column of flame burst from the stove), and I thought I was going to die. I decided to conduct a heroic mission to fix the shack before the weather turned to even worse shit. I pulled up Adagio in D Minor and started preparing to repair the walls. Then I got high. The wind’s touch had never been so cold before. Nor had it ever felt so real. Collecting material for insulation and shit devolved into running to *Kroger to hide and buy snacks. I got my friend to pick me up and I am now indoors, hiding from God’s wrath as always. My friend is sick and not fucking manic and clingy this time. Tomorrow I might be staying at a motel for at least a night.
