Burner, Hooper, Traveler, Photog & Foodie. I curse like a sailor, my snark factor is high, & whimsey required. Random booty dance parties appear. Be prepared.
Dear @Favor: I ordered @homeslicepizza at 9pm and had it canceled at 10. I scrambled at 10p and ordered Nicky’s... to wait another hour. Again, you failed this #disabled person. #hungry#fuckedover
@homeslicepizza - one of my fav places. Got paid today. Went through hard couple’s therapy. After waiting an hour was notified that you were closing before getting my pizza. Another delivery #fucked. Thanks @favor for making this #disabled girl struggle. #justwannaeat#hungry
Dear, @DoorDash - it is me again. I am unable to stand for very long and I just got ramen delivered... without broth. What the fuck am I supposed to do with sad dry noodles and no broth? #disabledandhungry
(9)...hungry body. Nor do closed culinary halls. A husband, equally war-torn puts on his hat to search the town. Wariness upon his face. Concern of finding nothing. A family with #disability shut out and hungry. @DoorDash
(8)...was trolling of the highest regard. Her body, long hauler torn and diseased - would now miss out on this chance to be thrown a crumb of bread. A sad pattern had occurred, and offensive solution given, and a hungry night at hand. @DoorDash - Site credits do not feed the...
(7)...Pandora's Box or the confession of a fiery fucking LATINA who opened the door to a sad, small, container of beans and rice - and sadder, soggy and cold fried jalapenos. Date night and self-care time had been ruined!
But that is not all! This late night malfeasance...
(6) A small fortune paid, a large fortune of life - this cost, this time, that cannot be lived again had their family held hostage to await any semblance of food.
But what arrived - dear friends - was the utmost disappointment. Three small containers existed - what could be...
(5)... as her tightened limbs, inflamed joints, and dizziness that led to bruised shins, knees, and soul - kept her from being able to have basic dignity of cooking her own food. Dependence of the pandemic overlords was vital to her existence. Walking was not an option...
(4) With what seemed as the most fantastic of magic, a request was made. Food would be on its way to nourish the wary woman. @DoorDash@DoorDash_Help was her knight in shining armor. A saint at which would carry the load. This vital service would keep her safe...
(3) But alas! She is alive in the time of great invention and technology. An order made. A celebration of a hard day's work and an inability to cook and feed her family. Not even crutches could lighten that load...
(2) ...and melancholy. She was left with a year of sickness, fatigue, and exhaustion. It was to ebb and flow for over a year, and in this time of sickness, she could not walk. The muscles in her legs could not sustain her weight & dizziness became a constant acquaintance...
Hear ye! Hear ye! Gather around the fire children, to hear my tale of woe. A tale most ghastly and nefarious.
'Twas a year ago that the plague entered these doors, to ravage & weaken soul & body. What was once a healthy & strong world adventurer is now riddled with atrophy...
Hey @HomeDepot - just a bit of feedback. My seedling planting has been set back by a package being lost in transit and I was told to go inside a store to talk to a manager about broken bulbs you received that were supposed to be reshipped and replaced. In store. During COVID.
Our household is doing well, all things considered. Xochitl is pushing boundaries more than usual and we’ve had to be on her with consistent training to put her back in pack order. She finally moved over for me to… https://t.co/tyr1BQ5bLM