i mean..
i like corn. probably more than other types of veggies.
(recently been trying new types of odd veggies that have been preserved in brine, some are actually really good too.)

but idk i guess its an impulse thing to want to sip the juice from a can of corn - if im the only one eating it.

.... is it... Not okay to drink corn juice?

...asking....for a friend... Yes. A friend.
<~<... >~>

Im not really sorry for the dump of info, but thats legit why things have always been tough the last several years.

My art, and gaming/streaming are my escape from the irl bs.

I just want to live stress free... for once...

I admit tho, this entire month...a year after his passing... Ive been extremely trying hard not to relapse in my depression.
Its been difficult.

So yes ... Bun and I have really not been given a break... Like.. longer than at least 6 months.

Im tired.

I want off this shitty rollercoaster.

The insurance money? I used a good portion of it to buy us a new house back in May '25.
Since then we have been struggling because of flaky or shitty renovators/contractors.

My mom stepped in and has helped us financially with repairs... she wants us to finally move in asap... i get it.

No we havnt paid the mortgage. Not since March.

Took me til May '25 to get my old job back, and Bun and I together cant qualify or pay the mortgage. Its too high.

Mortgage debt collectors keep harrassing us... Asking for my father... And we tell him hes passed on. They dont believe us.

I was lucky, really lucky, going through 17 cardboard file boxes and coming across a few life insurances... Not much... But it was something to help.

Since he didnt have a will, most people refused to talk to me. The mortgage company being one of them...they still think hes alive.

No disrespect or anything, but I wouldnt be surprised if it was another stroke, since the doctor said hes had at least 7 or more in the last 6 years.. mostly from his smoking and unhealthy high blood pressure food habits.

...after... well i was... lost i guess. numb.. stressed out of my mind.

I learned that he wasnt taking his medication, he went back to living how he wanted to live instead of listening to the doctor... eating fast food, smoking, etc... both im sure having a factor in his passing.
"Asphyxiation" is what the morgue said.

That November 1st '24, he hated me trying to "control" his life (i was following doctors orders to help him) and he decided to somehow find a rental 4 doors down... And he moved out.

.... November 15th ...
I went over to see if we could finish his will, and i found him.

He had passed away.

I ended up sleeping on a couch at a nice ladys house that my mom knew.
Next day I was sick of the valley, specially the heat. My father got discharged, and we left back to the coast.

Shit was difficult, as i became an unofficial IHSS...
With my now dementia bully of a father.

Things were not okay.

I woke up every morning that month, and visited my father in the hospital for 7 or 8 hours. Come back to my crappy uncles house, and try to get stuff done involving my father and power of attorney.
28th of may i left my uncles house, pissed at my family for being assholes to me.

From there... everything went down hill.

May 10th '24, my father and I went to the valley to do a task, he had a stroke and he ended up in the hospital...
I ended up being isolated and treated like shit by my family, who i was staying on their hard floor all May.

Wasnt reimbursed for heating bill being outrageous those 3 months.. told rent was going up july, we said "fuck you" and moved out. (June '23)
We thought it was a nice move. My father wanted to help us, share a place, i thought everything was okay...

..we then noticed the bad signs.. by November.

Same January, my parked car got rear-ended in a hit-and-run and totaled it. 😞
Sold what was left to a scrap co.
Mid February '23, the power only to my room cut out. End Feb it got fixed, but 3 days after, entire bathroom ceiling collapsed.
3 months pass, finally getting it fixed..

That year seemed okay, got my degree, but finding a respectful job was really tough.
Following year (2022) i did my trip to the east coast 💚, and managed to find a job that November.
January '23, we had a nasty earthquake quite literally New Years day. Lost a lot of dishes.

Like ok. Pre 2020 we both were kinda living really crap lives.
Me with my bully of a father, and Bun having little to no respect at home.

We moved away Dec 2020, and things were tough at first.
Our heater broke right when we moved in. It wasnt fixed til next January.

But it was getting rough with dealing with this guy. Nothing against his workers. Im erked at him.

So we have to pick a new team.

In the meantime mom and i have been gathering needed supplies to help lessen the overall cost.