Web Journal Of Red Pill Coyote - August 18, 2022

I've been trapped in a leviathan's stomach all week..

Well, Necklace Girl and Nathan are over with. You'd think I'd be shooting confetti and sparks out of my ears, right? WRONG! W R O N G O! Am I glad that they're done? Sure BUT everything I said about him was right. Necklace girl even told me that I read him like a spell book and I didn't even know the guy. Like at all. Just of him and he's not some famous reptile either. I think he is a reptilian. Just not a famous one. But I was right about BOTH him being a cult leader and a M.K. Ultra mind controller. THANKS TO GOD, I sensed him out like a transparent German shepherd. But I GUESS that's what led to his collapse to the pits. Or so that's what Necklace Girl told me. I honestly don't know the full story. BUT what hurts the most, is that despite this whole luck dragon, I can tell she still thinks I'm a loser. But I'm glad she's now in her own sanctuary.

In general, I've just been pretty down. On this one specific day, I got reprimanded by my parents because I brought this big ran overed sewer rat into my apartment. It had been on the street for a couple hours and GOT IT. It smelled like sentimental time travel. BUT my dad came up and he took it away from me.. The coyote spirit is climbing, slowly but surely...

On that same day, I had a magma transformation through the vacancy of the sky. Which led me to going into the closet, closing the door and kicking it. NOT BECAUSE DAD TOOK AWAY THE DEAD RAT but because there was just nothing ahead, it felt..

As for videos.. Well, I've technically have done a couple but the main one was where I urinated on my kitchen carpet and rolled myself up into a "humanoid pee burrito". A tragicomedic way of saying "I'm wallowing in my own filth because people left me there in a delicious roll". Unfortunately, I do care what people think.. I know there's the wise saying of "You shouldn't care what people think" but some people. Myself included, do care. There isn't a switch to turn it off. AND I GUESS that goes back to Necklace Girl thinking I'm the bottom of the Behemoth. It's a thought that I can't escape. I just want her to really value me and be pleased with me as a living, breathing, creature. I get tired of her puking lava at me. In fact, I even cried about it a few days ago. I just wanna be friends on a continuous congenial platform.

AND THEN TODAY, I took my dog Meadow a walk through this alley and she had been having stomach demons for the past couple of days due to a medicine she's been taking. Like, she can't help herself. So, she's just crapping like somebody put a laxative in her treats or something. And so this stereotypical redneck comes out and starts antagonizing me. And Meadow's clearly not done releasing a large Wendy's frosty. And so, he starts threatening to call the law on me. I just got so impatient with him that I took some of the poop and I smeared it all over my face and I said "YOU WANNA GET S**T-FACED?". You got to assert your dominance with these over sized imps or they will step all over you like a bipedal doormat. My dog was having clear issues and you should've been empathetic. 

Later on today, me and my parents went to Buffalo Wild Wings and this is where I thought I was being an angel in a humanoid costume giving birth to God's light. Today was the birthday of our waitress and I pretty much gave her my money for the week. Not counting the bill but I personally gave it to her. 20 dollars that I got yesterday from the bank. So I pretty much shot my wallet and wrecked myself for the week AND I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING. I found it hilarious that I'm pretty much broke now. I mean hope she enjoys the leprechaun fetuses. Everything went according to plan. However I made a status about it with floating heart particles and this is where I made the mistake. Dana comments how I just did it because I either found her attractive or the waitress was just extra friendly. I was kind of expecting someone to impale me with the SIMP accusation but daaaaayum, it really did rise my flames. I didn't feel some magnetic energy with the waitress. IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY, YOU STUPID B***H! I don't want Dana having a crush on me. I wish she didn't have a crush on me. I've come to turns that I'm not really the relationship kind of person. I JUST WANT ONE F*****G CREATURE TO REALLY APPRECIATE ME AND NOTICE WHEN I'M TRYING TO BE A SAINT AS BEST AS I CAN. I just wanna feel good about myself, FOR ONCE. The closest is Alessandra. I know she's stomping on the roadrunner as we speak and I'm not going to hold that against her. Work jobs are work jobs. At least when Alessandra told me that she developed a crush on me, it was because of my identity. I think Dana sees me as some chicken dinner..