*2 am in the lodging house*
Race: Do you think Spot Conlon has feelings?
Albert: I will tell you one last time. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Imagine Andrew Minyard and everything is the same but he has a bearded dragon in Fox Tower who he loves and takes care of so well
you shouldn't ask your provider how much of a prescription you can pick up at one time. and you definitely shouldn't ask if you can refill a prescription before the precious one is fully used. and you definitely, under no circumstances ever, should tell your insurance you're going on an extended vacation/study abroad/new job opportunity out of the country, which would mean you would need your prescription to contain more to be picked up at once, which would also make it covered as normal by your insurance. you should not do any of this because it's insurance fraud and illegal and in our perfect country with our perfect government and perfect justice system, we don't need to so things like that.
just a list of things to not think about in the next month or so.
babe. I know we’re all going thru a lot rn but I just wanna give u the heads up that sesame streets future is in jeopardy. hbo has chosen not to renew it for new episodes (a series that has been going since 1969) and the residents of 123 Sesame Street no longer have a home :(
i feel so absolutely terrible asking for donations, but my situation is getting worse by the day and there’s only so much i can do
despite my compromised immune system i work part time (i’m an essential worker) but i make very little due to few hours. i’ve lived with my mother for my whole life and she has always been incredibly emotionally and verbally abusive. since the start of the covid-19 pandemic, her treatment of me has become something i am unable to tolerate without shutting down. i’m at the point where it’s hard to function. each day is a battle with her that leaves me wondering if suicide is the only way out. she’s begun wildly gaslighting me and triggering shutdowns and dissociation. i’m so tired from both work and doing everything for her + my emotional exhaustion that i can sleep all day (and i do).
i have actually started a profile for affordable living for my boyfriend and i today, but nyc affordable living is a lottery you must apply for. my boyfriend is also a trans man and lives out of state, but was put out of work by the pandemic. his home life is also not ideal. at this moment in time, neither of us have the savings or income to even apply for housing. all that i know is, my mother is telling me i need to leave asap.
please, if you can, donate to help me, my boyfriend @dadbodsarehot, and my pet rescue duck into a better and safer situation. i didn’t know where else to turn.
please reblog this if you can’t donate. thank you so much, everyone.
here’s a picture of my duck, paz, to make you smile (you may have seen her around social media)
Romeo: Do you think animals try to fit in and be relatable with their friends? Like do you think a cow is like “haha ya grass is rad!” but cries at night?
Race: I would like to apologize to anyone I have not yet offended. Please be patient and I’ll get to you shortly
Davey: It's about a kilometer away
Jack: I don't speak Canadian, how far is that?
Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community
cj // she/they // your favorite crier's favorite crier
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