UP FUCKING DATE YALL

so thanks to two lovely godless whores I’m at 700 bucks. I’m trying to book a slightly pricier flight that leaves tomorrow, but southwest’s site is made of lose.

Thank you thank you thank you

So far I’ve got $150 in donations. Sweet!

If i fly Southwest and risk fatty shaming/ seat denying then I can get us out of here on Wednesday for $360 plus $75 for the cat.

I still am stuck on the $176 shuttle to get us from dante’s 9th circle of rural hell to Orlando.

So that’s $611 needed minus $150

I need $461 to get out of here. Not a huge amount, but it seems like a mountain at the moment and my strength is dwindling. You only have so much useful adrenaline in you to get through crisis shit before your body just says “fuck you”. And my body is at the fuck you stage. Thanks you traitorous skin bag.

so that it.

$461 and counting.

ETA: Are you wishing you could give but think paypal is the work of the devil? How about a Southwest Giftcard instead?

How about warming up with this topless lady radiator.Double bonus points that she’s headless, armless and legless.

The Slits lead singer, Ari Up, has died at age 48.

I saw her perform her reggae punk rock a few years ago at a dive in Seattle. She was magnificent. A weird combo of joy and aggression that I found very appealing. To be that forceful but still positive is a unique trait.

Say you’re a rich person who has everything. I mean you pretty much stole everything, or you inherited stuff that was stolen. But either way, what you’ve got is more than enough resources to afford a damn furnace.

But maybe you wanna make like you’re one of the little peeps. Maybe you’ve always had a romantic vision of hobos and their vagabond lives. No ties or trophy wives. No board meetings. No snorting coke off the ass of a woman who wouldn’t look twice at you if you didn’t have enough money to buy Bolivia. Oh wait, that might be something you don’t want to give up.

But now you fucking MOTU (masters of the universe) can experience your own sanitized little version of the carefree homeless life with this portable trashcan fire.

So wrap that $38,000 bottle of Macallan in a paper bag. Cut the fingers off your driving gloves and eat your caviar straight from the can while you warm yourself with the glow of this beauty. You too can experience the freedom of abject poverty without any of the actual horrors.

You all get a movie description review. Cause I’m browsing Hulu and I need something to fall back to sleep too.

This has to be the least appealing sounding movie description ever written

They’re in their 20s. He works in a video store; he’s eager, chatty, sleeps in his car. She rents adult films, looks disheveled, rarely speaks. He chats her up, she brushes him off. He takes her address from store records and contrives to run into her. He rings her doorbell; she tells him to go away. He invents a story of a great-aunt who’s died; she lets him in but holds a butcher knife between them. So it goes. He presses for a relationship; she ignores him, insults him, or yells. He’s persistent, inviting her out, cooking, washing her hair. Both have demons and, as their natures become more clear, his addictive personality and her sex nausea may be on a collision course

Genre

Comedy

Let’s see, you’ve got an opportunistic stalker who won’t take no for an answer. You’ve got a woman who is either frigid or being slut shamed for her porno viewing. I’m not sure which (or maybe it’s both) and oh look, it’s a comedy. A fucking romantic comedy.

So things here just keep getting more and more awful. I think Ruth summed it up best with “people whose dogs attack people ALWAYS act the same way, like assholes”. So now the kitchen is basically off limits. Dinner tonight consisted of gas station hot dogs and twizzlers eaten at the baseball field.

Anyways….We aren’t safe here, and now it’s less from the dog and more from people. And it will just keep getting weirder. I am homesick for Seattle. And at least there is a wee smidge of a chance of finding a job in a city rather than the rural hell I’ve been in.

Here’s what we need.

Airplane tickets. Between 160 and 200 per person.
Transport to the airport (we are 2 hours from Orlando and don’t know anyone who could drive us, if you do yay) About 175 not including tax and tip
Baggage checking- everything I own will have to fit on 4 checked bags and since we lost our storage it really is everything we own. About 120 for most airlines.
Baby kitty transport. I know it’s silly to bring the cat, but the Kid calls her his baby sister. it’s 150 for her to fly in the cabin if they don’t require a certification from the vet.

So total needed is about 850. And we need it really soon. We could fly as soon as tomorrow but I don’t have the money for the tickets.

I know, I am queen of money drams. Trust me it sucks as much having to keep asking as it does to keep reading. But the powerball ticket that was my original plan didn’t pan out.

Sorry for the crappy camera phone quality. I know that simple evidence is all most people need to know the truth. There ya go. It’s hard to capture the bruises with my phone, but I tried. Of course now, in the future when the dog kills someone there is documentation of his past. Wouldn’t have been published online if people hadn’t acted like assholes.

I mean I suppose it could look worse. I could have lost a limb, or there could be more blood. He only got 2 teeth in me after all. But how many bites does it take to make a dog attack? One, five, twelve?

then you must deny deny deny the facts as they actually exist.

Christian fundies don’t hate gays. They hate the sin.

Racists don’t hate (insert ethnic group), they just hate people who are (insert stereo type).

There is no patriarchy, women are just biologically programmed to be (insert a service required by the patriarchy here).

The dog isn’t viscous. He might have scratched you, a little, might have.

You know I haven’t actually studied the structure of debate techniques, but I am sure deny and minimize are classics.

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