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Van Palmer headcanon (That didn’t make the cut for this chapter):
Since Van is poor, she often uses her whole shoe budget for soccer cleats.
Taissa’s older brother Tobias is a major sneakerhead so Van asked him for advice for how to make her Adidas Shell-Toes last. They bond over the twice-a-year cleaning of Van’s sneakers.
i have 0 sick time available which is cool and fun because my brain is trying to murder me
migraines are neat and i love to try to work while my whole head is actively exploding in slow motion
also i am about to accept a job i dont wanna do for a salary that isnt enough because the job im working currently has decided not to re-hire me when my one year grant is up because letting my department slowly dwindle away to nothing but 3 insanely stressed out, overworked people is preferable from the boards perspective
i am so very tired
I know I know I KNOW that ~money can't buy happiness~ but LISTEN:
There is so much I want to do.
I wanna be a parent children are so expensive and I wanna be a Cantor more expensive schooling and ya know what, I wanna get a doctorate who can afford a doctorate? and I wanna travel to new places time off, room and board, travel expenses...
G-d, G-d, I wanna feel healthy someday, wanna experience a pain-free moment, wanna get my body to cooperate with the goal of staying alive...
I want to be able to afford the doctor every time I need one more MONEY, okay, I admit it, I want MORE MONEY and I want us all to have what we need and I want and I want and I want to fill up the void left by being poor so long, by wanting for so long, I want I want I want
I'm gonna go ahead and rant a bit, feel free to ignore me...
...
I'm so fukken tired of being too poor to keep my credit card from overdrafting every other week, too poor to pay medical bills from months and months ago, too poor to forgive myself for spending $10 getting breakfast with co-workers, tired of waking up to a dollar in my account and a card declined notice, tired of not knowing whether I'll be able to pay rent... I stopped going to therapy! That's an extra $300 a month and I'm STILL stuck in this fukken pit I can't climb out of! I've been poor since the moment my deadbeat parents shat me out into my LAST shitty situation and I'll be poor until the day I drop dead and then, with my luck, I'll wake up AGAIN in another universe in another even SHITTIER situation! This is hell!
Oh cute. American girls are coming back. I have no attachment bc my big doll purchase as a poor kid was an O-fishal cabbage patch kid completely with the ass autograph and birth certificate!
U know those posts that are like "lemme BLOW UR WHOLE MIND!!!!!!!" and then just a list of popular trends from the late 90s/early 2000s followed by half the population of earth commenting "holy shit, what a blast from the past, we all had the exact same childhood, this hit me right in the nostalgia," etc.? well if ur like me, then those posts are basically just reminders that u did not, in fact, have the same childhood as other people ur age, filled with obscure, half-remembered references to a culture u only glimpsed through the lens of other people as you were growing up.
feeling alienated? no worries! heres a nostalgia post for the rest of us!
SOMETHING LIKE A 90S KID BUT MOSTLY JUST POOR AND ABUSED NOSTALGIA:
does everyone in my grade except me have conference calls to agree on what strange thing i’ve never heard of is gonna be cool for the next arbitrary amount of days, or...?
what the fuck is a Silly Band? theyre... rubber bands in shapes? everyone at school seems to have ten thousand- oh, wait, now they’re uncool suddenly, nevermind
ooh, heelys seem fun, is that kind of like roller blades, i’m pretty good at- okay, i guess thats “kid stuff” now, not sure when i grew out of this trend i could never afford to participate in
what the fuck is webkinz? i still dont know and at this point im way too embarrassed to ask
hand-me-down clothes and fighting over whether or not something still fits
the unimaginable decadence of going to a friends house and eating NAME BRAND cereal, pop tarts, blueberry bagels... basically anything other than generic cereal or oatmeal
the WHUMPfwoosh of the church doors opening in the winter and all the cold air getting sucked into the silent, freezing sanctuary
sitting in the living room in the empty house, then freezing and bolting like a rabbit, erasing any sign of your presence, once you hear the garage door
~*~*disney channel*~*~ by which of course i mean “yea ive heard of that but it wasnt nearly as big a part of my life as people seem to think it was and ive never seen any of these movies that people my age INSIST were formative to our collective experience”
that one friend who keeps inviting you to hang out with everyone and paints a target on your back by kindly asking the rest of your grade to be nice to you
Guess Who’s Begging Again!
It’s meeeeee!
I have six whole dollars to my name and I’m more than a little bit stressed. Still no disability payments in sight.
I know things are rough right now, so this is a give what you can situation - any little bit helps. Please signal boost if you can’t give. I do tarot and pendulum readings and I’ll write microfiction or poetry for a prompt if that’s more your speed too!
Paypal: [email protected]
Venmo: @Aiden-Bratton
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Thanks for all your help, y’all, it means the world.
I have:
-a credit card thats $111 overdrawn
-$5 to my name
-4 days to payday
-bills piling up
-a chronic illness exacerbated by stress
-a fucking headache
...anyone looking for a useless sugar baby? I'm neither attractive nor likeable!
