Logbook Of A Scavenger: November 12 2025

Well, this might just be my last full day in Scioto County.. Tomorrow is the rocket ship. I just wanna say I'm giving out hearts upon the few golden sculptures there are around here. Scioto County does have some good people but the gargoyles outweigh the wholesome... And I'm just a mummy slug hybrid of just being trapped in a Hellish pit that doesn't have much... It's not worth it... Scioto County is just mundane and trashy. And even though I like a few people here. NO ONE is worth being stapled here for... My parents won't let me own a pet anymore because mom wants to ride on a giant bar of soap 24/7... Very few portals for entertainment organs... I'm treated like I'm not allowed to do anything with my life... I had the same job from 2012 to 2017 but the new main manager was an imp who threw me into disability... Wasn't my choice... Screw this whole torture chamber of a biosphere. 

A couple nights ago, I had a dream that I was spoon feeding a baby orangutan in a fancy kitchen... Made my face rain because it bullseyes how I crave an animal to nurture... 

I guess I was smashing myself through concrete cases about taking the bus to Huntington, West Virginia to be with Pam... As far as my thoughts go RIGHT NOW, I'm not going to... I don't wanna live in Huntington, West Virginia and Pam gets demon possessed by alcohol... I told her she shouldn't do it buuuut I'm not Pam's spirit animal. Lol... She's going to do whatever she wants no matter what I tell her... And she's on lithium... Satanic combo... I shouldn't be glued to the throne of guilt because I'm trying to be her guardian angel or Jiminy Cricket... 

I urinated in Jack Frost's dandruff and smashed it in my face... Lemon snow cone anyone? The combo of urine and snow is better than the combo of alcohol and lithium, at least... 

I think this is all... Goodbye... I'll just continue my journaling though a literal journal...