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.
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.