Because I'm not allowed to ask for money anymore, though I must point out I haven't bought any drugs in close to a week...

So yeah, I'm unhoused again. I think. Pic is Ft. Rachel, which I just set up and at first it made me sad because the tarp looked trashy but I'm proud of the end result.

I need a fucking shower. I'm still paying my half of the rent for the basement I guess but I can't take a shower because of lice upstairs. I'm in SE, near the Lloyd Center, and I have no money to reload my Hop card so I'm stranded here until tomorrow morning when my employee charges at work reload.

I also need a change of clothes (small or medium t-shirt, "men's" size ~28 jeans ideally, 30 will probably do, small "men's" underwear, and holy fuck socks). A flannel button-down or hoodie would be nice. And a better jacket.

Be advised, I'm picky about style and I was picky about style even on the streets. Don't judge me.

I also need,

  • Blankets/bedding/a sleeping bag.
  • A lamp or two.
  • Another tarp.
  • Tactical gloves. *A machete and/or some other kind badass knife that can chop wood and chop skulls.
  • One of those cooler things so I can store perishable crap.
  • Plastic utensils/paper plates.
  • Totes for storage.
  • Feed me.

That's all I can think of at the moment anyways.

Thanks.

Rachel out.

P.S. I was hoping to get a badass 4 season USMC tent or something from Andy & Bax when I get paid next week. If you have a badass tent that will make look stupid please let me have it.

My friend and campmate who I'll call Ben has a sick camp, and a tent that doesn't even look like a tent inside. I'm coming after his ass.

  • c6cain6jih6d [she/her]
    14·
    4 years ago

    I became homeless the first time because my father was killing me. His emotional and sometimes physical abuse almost drove me to suicide, so I chose life in a form most would consider more akin to purgatory.

    This second time around it's because I cannot fucking live in that basement with those two fucks, my roommates. One is controlling and mean. The other never talks to me and makes me feel alone.

    I stopped taking my HRT after a year being on it because of healthcare bullshit. I got back on after months of trying to get the money (when I was on Medicaid it was free). I kept forgetting to take them. I lost my spiro, and then I just stopped caring. The estrogen sits on my shelf like a doll a child doesn't play with anymore.

    I chose to be outside again for my mental health. My roommates pollute the air with their fucking video games and television shows. I can't think when I'm there. I can't sleep. I go to the bathroom to do dope every five minutes because it's so fucking miserable there.

    I almost fucking froze to death last night.

    Keep telling me my own life story, coward.