Klisz

hello everyone. i hate having to make these posts every time, but the past two weeks have been just a successive continuation of punches to the balls.

i am the sole breadwinner of a household of two soon to be three, and after rent, food, and meds, we generally have maybe 400 dollars a month to hold things together, of which we usually can save 0, maybe 20 on a really good month. about a week ish ago, a cat in our care died, which cost $1300 for the vet visits as she declined + cremation. two weeks before that, my parents heard my laptop broke and decided to chip in for a new desktop, and then did not get me a screen, mouse, keyboards, and speakers, because "i could handle it", which cost about another $250 ish. before that, $250 on laptop repairs.

and also yesterday i had to send my laptop into the shop again for repairs. $100 just to peek inside to see if the charger port was broken (in which case they could reseat it), $150 to just yank the charger port out and replace it. i said fuck it and paid the $150 because what the fuck else can i do, my livelihood depends on having access to a computer.

meds are expensive when you are disabled and in a wheelchair. so imagine my unpleasant surprise when today i found out that suddenly, between the start and end of june, my insurance stopped covering <medicine x> which, btw, out of pocket costs fucking $1350 i'm so god damn mad. thankfully i could coupon it down a little but it's still just shit on the pile after shit on the pile after shit on the pile after shit on the pile and now i have to either go off of it (extremely bad) or argue with insurance (bad and slow). and my boyfriend needs help moving out, which is its own thing that i need to help with, so he can get here.

i am applying to jobs every god damn day. you would think a career developer with a well-stocked portfolio of professional projects and excellent references would be able to get something, anything, even a contract position. nothing. i am trying and trying and trying and i hate begging on the internet but i am at the end of my damn rope here and it's causing me enough physical stress that it's degrading my already perilous health, given my autoimmune disease.

so. if you have anything to chip in, i know this corner of the internet is just gay people passing 5 dollars back and forth until it vanishes down a hole. but it would be really, really appreciated. every new catastrophe i've had over the past like three years has just drained more and more of my savings and i do not know how much longer we can weather it before it starts getting bad. it's just too much for me to handle.

Some lady brought her teen semi verbal son in all the time. He'd flap and vocalize and jump up and down. He'd run to the door and watch from the railing rocking back and forth so incredibly excited when we told him the train was on its way (you could hear the whistle as it passed the crossing before ours). He was in fucking love.

Some lady from out of town had the nerve to try and ask me to kick the kid and mom out bc he was disrupting her visit. The look on the mom's face like "oh no, not from here, not from here too" made me so fucking mad. I agreed that someone was disrupting other visitors, and asked the karen to leave. She threw a fit. I was like "You're harassing a regular visitor on the basis of disability. Please leave the premises."

Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

This feels like I could trip on that radio and fall right into that water, feeling the crystal waves as I drop in.

And this, a nice stroll down a resort strip, where my sunscreened skin could literally feel cooked if I leaned too close to the tiling.

And then a nice stretch of summer street, wherein you could see your face in the flushed red of that car provided it didn't blind you from its sunny reflections.

But I just saw a video of a TT user explaining that they decided to do their own little social experiment — by walking up to drug dealers on the street, telling them there's a young woman with a baby who needs help with formula, and literally all of them immediately reached into their pockets. In this story, the OP did have a real neighbor with a baby who ended up getting some much needed baby supplies. Thanks to the charity of local drug dealers.

Most hoard images from Wikipedia.

Found with the rest of the hoard, the handaxe pictured above was probably found either while digging his own hole for the treasure or maybe earlier in a precious bout of hoarding by some Romano-Briton who thought it was cool enough to bury along with all of his coins and Juliane's bracelet, because cool rock. This was absolutely the correct move.