#shitposts — Public Fediverse posts

Folks, I was walking our codependent border collie around our apartment complex tonight, enjoying the ambiance of a quaint, village-like atmosphere.

It reminded me that I really, really don't want to lose this apartment that you've all given us.. The problem is, I haven't yet landed a second job, and the hours at my current job have not been encouraging; my partner has also been getting less hours at his job as well.

We're behind on auto insurance, and I've got two days next week where I can try and get the car in somewhere to have them replace the canister purge valve, and we're beginning to run low on food.

So the time I've been dreading since the last time we did this has now arrived, and I must once again ask for your help. I've been dreading it because it's incredibly embarrassing to have to keep doing this and for the amounts we have to keep asking for.

The good news is we're starting this fundraiser with $135 thanks to a premature donation (unlike some things, I don't mind when that happens!), so we've already gotten the ball rolling as I post this.

It's scary because what if we don't make it? Each time I'm scared people will finally get fed up with us, or that they will fall into similar circumstances as us, as the world economy collapses thanks to.. well, you know, and then what happens? What do we do?

I repeat myself over and over with these fundraising posts because I feel compelled to try and explain myself; to try and prove that I'm asking for this help in earnest, that I'm trying my best even if it doesn't seem like it.

Why do I do this every time? I don't know. This is just how I'm wired, I guess. The thought of *not* infodumping with every fundraiser makes me feel queasy and anxious, I'm not kidding. I don't feel like I'm 'putting in the effort' if I don't word-vomit an essay.

Anyway, my mediocre writing skills are probably my greatest talent, so I suppose I also offer these long-winded begposts as a token of my crude artistic skill (can we even call writing "art"?) to show my friends here that I am grateful. This isn't AI, believe it or not.. this is all hand-crafted and original and shit! lol Hopefully it's at least mildly entertaining.

Maybe think of helping us as an investment for the public good because your support lets me fill the Fediverse with bullshit. "These #shitposts are brought to you by mental illness and by viewers like you!" (I may do more with that actually..)

So, my dear friends.. I think I just managed to get through an entire #begpost without being profusely apologetic and excessively self-deprecating. It feels extremely unsettling. I think it's giving me a headache.

Thank you all for your kindness, generosity, and rallying spirit; for your support and your patronage. We would literally be on the streets without you.

If you're willing AND able, please boost and if possible donate. If you can't donate, *do NOT feel guilty* for being in the same boat as us. Your feelings about it are valid but rest assured you needn't feel bad.

Venmo: https://venmo.com/thegizmotwins
Cashapp: https://cash.app/$thegizmotwins
PP: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/gizmo1982
GFM: https://gofund.me/12171be3

#Solidarity #BPD #PTSD #Poverty #MentalIllness @mutualaid

Folks, I was walking our codependent border collie around our apartment complex tonight, enjoying the ambiance of a quaint, village-like atmosphere.

It reminded me that I really, really don't want to lose this apartment that you've all given us.. The problem is, I haven't yet landed a second job, and the hours at my current job have not been encouraging; my partner has also been getting less hours at his job as well.

We're behind on auto insurance, and I've got two days next week where I can try and get the car in somewhere to have them replace the canister purge valve, and we're beginning to run low on food.

So the time I've been dreading since the last time we did this has now arrived, and I must once again ask for your help. I've been dreading it because it's incredibly embarrassing to have to keep doing this and for the amounts we have to keep asking for.

The good news is we're starting this fundraiser with $135 thanks to a premature donation (unlike some things, I don't mind when that happens!), so we've already gotten the ball rolling as I post this.

It's scary because what if we don't make it? Each time I'm scared people will finally get fed up with us, or that they will fall into similar circumstances as us, as the world economy collapses thanks to.. well, you know, and then what happens? What do we do?

I repeat myself over and over with these fundraising posts because I feel compelled to try and explain myself; to try and prove that I'm asking for this help in earnest, that I'm trying my best even if it doesn't seem like it.

Why do I do this every time? I don't know. This is just how I'm wired, I guess. The thought of *not* infodumping with every fundraiser makes me feel queasy and anxious, I'm not kidding. I don't feel like I'm 'putting in the effort' if I don't word-vomit an essay.

Anyway, my mediocre writing skills are probably my greatest talent, so I suppose I also offer these long-winded begposts as a token of my crude artistic skill (can we even call writing "art"?) to show my friends here that I am grateful. This isn't AI, believe it or not.. this is all hand-crafted and original and shit! lol Hopefully it's at least mildly entertaining.

Maybe think of helping us as an investment for the public good because your support lets me fill the Fediverse with bullshit. "These #shitposts are brought to you by mental illness and by viewers like you!" (I may do more with that actually..)

So, my dear friends.. I think I just managed to get through an entire #begpost without being profusely apologetic and excessively self-deprecating. It feels extremely unsettling. I think it's giving me a headache.

Thank you all for your kindness, generosity, and rallying spirit; for your support and your patronage. We would literally be on the streets without you.

If you're willing AND able, please boost and if possible donate. If you can't donate, *do NOT feel guilty* for being in the same boat as us. Your feelings about it are valid but rest assured you needn't feel bad.

Venmo: https://venmo.com/thegizmotwins
Cashapp: https://cash.app/$thegizmotwins
PP: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/gizmo1982
GFM: https://gofund.me/12171be3

#Solidarity #BPD #PTSD #Poverty #MentalIllness @mutualaid

Folks, I was walking our codependent border collie around our apartment complex tonight, enjoying the ambiance of a quaint, village-like atmosphere.

It reminded me that I really, really don't want to lose this apartment that you've all given us.. The problem is, I haven't yet landed a second job, and the hours at my current job have not been encouraging; my partner has also been getting less hours at his job as well.

We're behind on auto insurance, and I've got two days next week where I can try and get the car in somewhere to have them replace the canister purge valve, and we're beginning to run low on food.

So the time I've been dreading since the last time we did this has now arrived, and I must once again ask for your help. I've been dreading it because it's incredibly embarrassing to have to keep doing this and for the amounts we have to keep asking for.

The good news is we're starting this fundraiser with $135 thanks to a premature donation (unlike some things, I don't mind when that happens!), so we've already gotten the ball rolling as I post this.

It's scary because what if we don't make it? Each time I'm scared people will finally get fed up with us, or that they will fall into similar circumstances as us, as the world economy collapses thanks to.. well, you know, and then what happens? What do we do?

I repeat myself over and over with these fundraising posts because I feel compelled to try and explain myself; to try and prove that I'm asking for this help in earnest, that I'm trying my best even if it doesn't seem like it.

Why do I do this every time? I don't know. This is just how I'm wired, I guess. The thought of *not* infodumping with every fundraiser makes me feel queasy and anxious, I'm not kidding. I don't feel like I'm 'putting in the effort' if I don't word-vomit an essay.

Anyway, my mediocre writing skills are probably my greatest talent, so I suppose I also offer these long-winded begposts as a token of my crude artistic skill (can we even call writing "art"?) to show my friends here that I am grateful. This isn't AI, believe it or not.. this is all hand-crafted and original and shit! lol Hopefully it's at least mildly entertaining.

Maybe think of helping us as an investment for the public good because your support lets me fill the Fediverse with bullshit. "These #shitposts are brought to you by mental illness and by viewers like you!" (I may do more with that actually..)

So, my dear friends.. I think I just managed to get through an entire #begpost without being profusely apologetic and excessively self-deprecating. It feels extremely unsettling. I think it's giving me a headache.

Thank you all for your kindness, generosity, and rallying spirit; for your support and your patronage. We would literally be on the streets without you.

If you're willing AND able, please boost and if possible donate. If you can't donate, *do NOT feel guilty* for being in the same boat as us. Your feelings about it are valid but rest assured you needn't feel bad.

Venmo: https://venmo.com/thegizmotwins
Cashapp: https://cash.app/$thegizmotwins
PP: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/gizmo1982
GFM: https://gofund.me/12171be3

#Solidarity #BPD #PTSD #Poverty #MentalIllness @mutualaid

Folks, I was walking our codependent border collie around our apartment complex tonight, enjoying the ambiance of a quaint, village-like atmosphere.

It reminded me that I really, really don't want to lose this apartment that you've all given us.. The problem is, I haven't yet landed a second job, and the hours at my current job have not been encouraging; my partner has also been getting less hours at his job as well.

We're behind on auto insurance, and I've got two days next week where I can try and get the car in somewhere to have them replace the canister purge valve, and we're beginning to run low on food.

So the time I've been dreading since the last time we did this has now arrived, and I must once again ask for your help. I've been dreading it because it's incredibly embarrassing to have to keep doing this and for the amounts we have to keep asking for.

The good news is we're starting this fundraiser with $135 thanks to a premature donation (unlike some things, I don't mind when that happens!), so we've already gotten the ball rolling as I post this.

It's scary because what if we don't make it? Each time I'm scared people will finally get fed up with us, or that they will fall into similar circumstances as us, as the world economy collapses thanks to.. well, you know, and then what happens? What do we do?

I repeat myself over and over with these fundraising posts because I feel compelled to try and explain myself; to try and prove that I'm asking for this help in earnest, that I'm trying my best even if it doesn't seem like it.

Why do I do this every time? I don't know. This is just how I'm wired, I guess. The thought of *not* infodumping with every fundraiser makes me feel queasy and anxious, I'm not kidding. I don't feel like I'm 'putting in the effort' if I don't word-vomit an essay.

Anyway, my mediocre writing skills are probably my greatest talent, so I suppose I also offer these long-winded begposts as a token of my crude artistic skill (can we even call writing "art"?) to show my friends here that I am grateful. This isn't AI, believe it or not.. this is all hand-crafted and original and shit! lol Hopefully it's at least mildly entertaining.

Maybe think of helping us as an investment for the public good because your support lets me fill the Fediverse with bullshit. "These #shitposts are brought to you by mental illness and by viewers like you!" (I may do more with that actually..)

So, my dear friends.. I think I just managed to get through an entire #begpost without being profusely apologetic and excessively self-deprecating. It feels extremely unsettling. I think it's giving me a headache.

Thank you all for your kindness, generosity, and rallying spirit; for your support and your patronage. We would literally be on the streets without you.

If you're willing AND able, please boost and if possible donate. If you can't donate, *do NOT feel guilty* for being in the same boat as us. Your feelings about it are valid but rest assured you needn't feel bad.

Venmo: https://venmo.com/thegizmotwins
Cashapp: https://cash.app/$thegizmotwins
PP: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/gizmo1982
GFM: https://gofund.me/12171be3

#Solidarity #BPD #PTSD #Poverty #MentalIllness @mutualaid

Folks, I was walking our codependent border collie around our apartment complex tonight, enjoying the ambiance of a quaint, village-like atmosphere.

It reminded me that I really, really don't want to lose this apartment that you've all given us.. The problem is, I haven't yet landed a second job, and the hours at my current job have not been encouraging; my partner has also been getting less hours at his job as well.

We're behind on auto insurance, and I've got two days next week where I can try and get the car in somewhere to have them replace the canister purge valve, and we're beginning to run low on food.

So the time I've been dreading since the last time we did this has now arrived, and I must once again ask for your help. I've been dreading it because it's incredibly embarrassing to have to keep doing this and for the amounts we have to keep asking for.

The good news is we're starting this fundraiser with $135 thanks to a premature donation (unlike some things, I don't mind when that happens!), so we've already gotten the ball rolling as I post this.

It's scary because what if we don't make it? Each time I'm scared people will finally get fed up with us, or that they will fall into similar circumstances as us, as the world economy collapses thanks to.. well, you know, and then what happens? What do we do?

I repeat myself over and over with these fundraising posts because I feel compelled to try and explain myself; to try and prove that I'm asking for this help in earnest, that I'm trying my best even if it doesn't seem like it.

Why do I do this every time? I don't know. This is just how I'm wired, I guess. The thought of *not* infodumping with every fundraiser makes me feel queasy and anxious, I'm not kidding. I don't feel like I'm 'putting in the effort' if I don't word-vomit an essay.

Anyway, my mediocre writing skills are probably my greatest talent, so I suppose I also offer these long-winded begposts as a token of my crude artistic skill (can we even call writing "art"?) to show my friends here that I am grateful. This isn't AI, believe it or not.. this is all hand-crafted and original and shit! lol Hopefully it's at least mildly entertaining.

Maybe think of helping us as an investment for the public good because your support lets me fill the Fediverse with bullshit. "These #shitposts are brought to you by mental illness and by viewers like you!" (I may do more with that actually..)

So, my dear friends.. I think I just managed to get through an entire #begpost without being profusely apologetic and excessively self-deprecating. It feels extremely unsettling. I think it's giving me a headache.

Thank you all for your kindness, generosity, and rallying spirit; for your support and your patronage. We would literally be on the streets without you.

If you're willing AND able, please boost and if possible donate. If you can't donate, *do NOT feel guilty* for being in the same boat as us. Your feelings about it are valid but rest assured you needn't feel bad.

Venmo: https://venmo.com/thegizmotwins
Cashapp: https://cash.app/$thegizmotwins
PP: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/gizmo1982
GFM: https://gofund.me/12171be3

#Solidarity #BPD #PTSD #Poverty #MentalIllness @mutualaid