I'm trying my best to not feel like a complete bum, although I am. Do I accept my circumstances? No, but I'm "riding the wave", or "going with the flow" some would say.
The shelter or the Biltmore of the shelter's here in the Carolinas gave word that my time there had come to an end. I was given a note that said so. Verbally it was told that I could return in 7 days. Well chaps, those 7 days have come and gone. Today I called to be put back on the list for a bed and was told that now I have to wait 30 days from now.
We went from seven to thirty...Shrug, snear oh well!!
Wait, what???!!!!!! Omg and so at the last minute.
My days at the death motels, along with what money I had, have both come and gone along with that poltergeist feeling that we get when we sleep in the same beds that many have died in...
My bed was floating on cloud niiiiiine.
When I move you move, just like that!!!!
(Things move when post mortem DNA has contaminated some surfaces)
A little post mortem humor folks.
Now I need to eat onions, lots of onions. And swallow several doses of actemenophen.
Which are treatments for kuru and poltergeist feelings.....Dear God, I'm contaminated.
So my rejection letter sent me to the basement of homeless shelters. Hopefully I won't contract that terrible lung disease like last time.
I am greatfull for a place to crash for tonight. I have to figure out tomorrow night....Pray for me.
Also, the rejection staff works here too... Who'd thunk ?
I swallow my pride and go on. It is humiliating and humbling....
I work at a grocer and will be eating onions so I don't die...
Sincerely,
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