i wish i had gifted myself a gift card

im sure there’s a poem in there somewhere

but like… i cant even shop on ipsy currently

which is fine cuz i prob shop too much anyway

which forces me to have a skincare and self-care routine

“we don’t need to wear any makeup we’re dying”

“well that’s good enough reason for to wear best dress”

“i mean you aint wrong”

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i got an appt incoming and like are they gonna know they been in my livingwaking dream

it is kinda confusing

i know im lost in hell

but the mold

is about to drive me into a tent and break my lease

i got the realtor and potential new landlords texting and calling

but i aint answering either one

robot on mars

overwhelmed

even if they wanted money in a shoebox

i cant even access my own funds

i was like “is there a physical bank to enter and make withdrawals”

and shes like “$35 to expedite”

instant disconnect

prob gonna withdraw my milk money soon

put it in a shoebox

bury it

“forget where”

“TELL ME WHERE THE BOX IS”

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im sorry

i think this post was meant to stay in my head

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i could have gone the rest of my life not knowing about the Alaskan roadkill lottery

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“waste not want not”

yeah want not. fasting for the next two weeks. religious practice.

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yes it does

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BLOCKED oh i musta offended someone oh shame within

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maybe some poetry soon huh

got a few lines but no energy

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boomer: “you”re retired at 45?” (asks like im lying)

gen x: “uh yeah. military.”

boomer: “you need to be earning 6k a month to rent here from me and my wife”

gen x: have fun

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