Random thought: Aro Volturi has more memories of giving birth without anesthesia than even the most fertile woman you can think of.
The world of instant gratification has ruined me. I keep expecting my beard to be finished growing in every time I look in the mirror.
I've discussed this before but the worst thing isn't the hunger, the total financial insecurity or even the lack of reliable showering.
It's the lack of privacy.
That one night in a motel was the only
real privacy I've had since this all started. It now boggles my mind how little attention I paid to the assumption of privacy I used to have.
The ability to close a door and not be in danger of being seen is the greatest luxury.
I still want a steak, a shower, and reliable income, but I want to be able to just relax and not be worried about people looking at me
more.
I mean shit, I've not had a good wank since January.
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I'm currently homeless, sick and living in a car.
Contributions to my medicine/gas/food needs welcome
here
Please help me restore phone service, and buy a tank of gas and a hot dog.