Quick request for help: have basically no food (just one box of pasta left) or drink (much more concerning), Leo has food for the next few days but next to no litter, and we are not in a good way food/drink-wise. I have a colossal headache as I’m typing this.
However! It’s not all bleak. :) The good news is we are so broke BECAUSE we have nearly finished jumping through every hoop we need to in order to remain housed, for at least the next year (and maybe, if we’re lucky, longer). Yay!
We were required to put up a proper deposit though, which ate up what I had saved for the laptop since my current one is dead in the water (I’m using my phone rn), and what little I had left from that big job that paid me out in June.
The other bit of bad news is that said company I was freelancing with is pretty much going under and hasn’t offered me a gig in months and don’t have the ability to pay their freelancers currently, and I haven’t been successful in finding my own clients (even with a fancy website 😔), so I need whatever help I can get for the three of us.
Working on bettering my art so I can offer commissions, and still of course offering sensitivity readings/editing services, so if you’d prefer to commission me instead of donating, please feel free.
Whether it’s $1, $5, $20, or $10k (lmao could you imagine??), every little bit helps. If you’re anti-P*yPal (as well we all should be), I also accept InstaCart gift cards, any amount helps. (You can send them to sa.bouraleh@gmail.com). If you’re a gajillionaire and just want to buy the laptop outright from my Amazon wishlist (let me put that insane request out into the universe; nothing ventured, nothing gained!), you can do so there.
Thank you for reading. Please boost/donate if able. I love you all. 🥹
I love finding obscure anime from the 90s and 2000s, that’s peak anime for me. Irresponsible Captain Tylor is one of my favorites right now, just a goofy story about a moron becoming a space captain, what’s not to like?
reading vague posts about some unhinged discourse occurring far from my realm of exposure is like the platonic opposite of “I saw Goody Proctor at the Devil’s Sacrament” like damn clearly i was not at the sacrament what the fuck
I think I’m a lifelong cryptid enthusiast because I’m nearsighted. Like what do you mean the Zapruder film isn’t crystal clear. That’s how bigfoot would look to me anyway.
I MEANT THE PATTERSON-GIMLIN FILM. NOT THE ZAPRUDER FILM. THERE IS NO BIGFOOT SIGHTING IN THE FOOTAGE OF PRESIDENT KENNEDY’S DEATH. I’M SO SORRY.
Blue hours and twilight sky illustrations for my daily meteorological fiction project, Reports From Unknown Places About Undescribable Events (Twitter, Instagram, Mastodon).
