I’m having a pretty fucked off day. Barely ate yesterday, barely ate today. I would probably have my food stamps back in pocket if I didn’t have to babysit a sick friend yesterday (I hate when people tell me I’m not responsible for others’ stupid shit, because I know that—I nail myself to my own cross, I care about people who nobody gives a fuck about). I would have done it today, had I the energy and the wherewithal. I’m gonna do it tomorrow and then—inshallah—I’ll quit beating this comm raw for a minute.

So a burrito + soda is like uhhhh $16-$17 or something. For the burrito I like to get (the surfo turfo, which has probably enough protein to make my mitochondria happy) anyways. Idk how much the other things cost.

Creamsicle wants to pick up some krill, as well. They don’t sell fucking krill at Fred Meyer’s, or I think anywhere, but when I try to explain that he just gets kinda mad and goes, “No! Krill! Krill!” Just pretend you’re sending me money for krill and he’ll get all happy and then forget about it immediately, because being happy distracts him.

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”Yaaay! I’m a whale! I have baleen!”

He’s learned to say another stupid thing.

So anyways, because Fred Meyer’s doesn’t do Apple Pay (I swear to God I really am homeless, I’m just the most bougie homeless person you will ever meet, aside from that person who won’t talk to me anymore), and I lost my CashApp card again months ago, please send monies (can’t believe that is a real word) to my Venmo. It’s the same as my username folks, @allthetimesivedied.

Also dental floss is the “traditional” thing used for sewing in the punk subculture. I want to sew stuff but I always either don’t have needles or don’t have thread/dental floss.

Also Creamsicle is thinking (if you can call it that) about changing his name to Kirby. Just…don’t ask. (“Yaaaaay”)