Can you guess where we decided to stop for gas?

Home... there is nothing more to say...

(And, points nearby)









Hope you enjoy them...

They replied yesterday. I am denied Social Security Disability, and I am denied Supplementary Income, both due to the measly income that my husband makes because he had to return to being a baker with a company that removed his entire department during COVID. He had no choice but to return and bake because we are failing fast. It is part-time work and they won't give him full time hours. Now, all of my efforts to get us some help have failed as well. Where are the nearest train tracks? I am done now. There is no hope. There is no life for anyone who does not work themselves to death for the oligarchy. I am not sure if I want to even worry about anyone or anything right now since no one gives one rat's ass about me. Maybe selling my organs might bring a little something in for him. I will have to look into that.

What is one supposed to do when one's significant other cannot be bothered to read a rental agreement and all its minutia... like the part that says we have to have a credit card in order to rent a vehicle although they said they were happy to use our debit card when we made the reservation? (They meant in order to reserve the vehicle, not to pay for it. Go figure that one out. I have a headache from it.) Now, in order to go on our vacation, we will have to drive our own vehicle. Now, I am stressed beyond belief because of this. If that thing craps out on us, we are done. But, we lose all that we put into this trip if we don't go. We are not rich enough to be able to just change our plans. We are certainly not rich enough to lose what we have in this trip already. And, we are not rich enough to survive a complete vehicle death hundreds of miles from home.

We leave first thing in the morning. Gaia smile on us, because the rest of the pantheons don't want to...

(Oh yeah, I will be very restricted in my ability to check the DU while I am away. I only have my poor old tablet. Can't see my phone well enough to read the site.)

That is how f**ked up this entire thing is. They have gotten my application for supplementary income wrong for fourth time. They have put that we own the home. We don't. this is going to make the people assessing my request to believe that we own this place. They are going to tell me to f**k off for the second time in ten years because they cannot keep their information straight from one person to the next.

And people wonder why I am such a cynic...

That is how f**ked up this entire thing is. They have gotten my application for supplementary income wrong for fourth time. They have put that we own the home. We don't. This is going to make the people assessing my request to believe that we own this place. They are going to tell me to f**k off for the second time in ten years. It is as if they are trying to make sure I cannot get any help from the federal government at all.

And people wonder why I am such a cynic...

(Yes, I am going to do it. Appealing to the same government that is denying me aid is an interesting proposition, but I guess I have no choice.)

Why should anyone exist in a life that has no joy?

Someone once suggested that when one has no joy, one should just wait around until it shows up, if it ever does.

Someone also once suggested that maybe it is because one has joy but refuses to see it because one is more comfortable being sad or angry all the time.

In my opinion, the first one shows a very high level of naivete. Life is not a Disney film regardless of what one wants it to be.

The second one is valid, but when one is screaming about finding some joy in life, I have to say that this does not apply.

So, why bother if your life has no joy and will never have any joy again, either due to outside influence... or one's own?

Well, I am done with this shit, how about the rest of you? I guess I don't qualify for any aid from the government since I am not greedy enough to have been what most consider a 'proper American' when I was younger. (Never had a credit card, never got a loan, never bought a car or anything on credit... ergo, I must be evil or something.) I guess it is time to die slowly since I am too much of a coward to end it quickly. My body is in bad enough shape... I can just start eating junk and not stop... that should do the trick.

The Pride event was great! I feel like it was much bigger this year. Lots more to see and do. It was a fun day and I am hoping that it will carry on over to the next year!