Web Diary Of A Coyote: Sept 14 2025

Are things getting real?

Well. Last night, I unlocked a treasure chest... I found out where exactly Sydney lives in Portsmouth. Didn't even take me that much spiritual muscle either. I guess she still lives there, anyways. I pounded the roadrunner from New Boston to there. When I realized I was getting close to her house, I could feel myself swimming through a field of jellyfish. Just all that electricity while borderline drowning. I just wanted to see if I could do it. Ya know? It's just that last night, I really felt that ghost Kraken pulling me in. I just had to go past her house to get it out of the way. Aaaand at the end of the caverns, I achieved it. Now I can move onto a different island. Ya know?

It just makes my face rain because I can EASILY see myself FINALLY living in a Feast of Epiphany with her. Either way, it's always going to be a what if scenario and that's it.. I'm moving next month because I can't stand this area.. I was thinking about sometime in October, I give her a written note before I leave. Just explaining the heart particles that I feel for her. Just about everyone else in that restaurant is a yeti on an ice berg. I would love to take Sydney with me on a flying griffin. Who would have thought I would feel such a magnetic energy for a Scioto County girl.. Surreal... Most people in this area are nothing but filthy hoodrat imps.

Once I got a hold of my mom at the Portsmouth Coliseum. Boy, she was puking the lava for sure. Lol. It wasn't even that I went super far. It was just because I didn't answer her calls. She was threatening me by stapling me in Scioto County even longer. And I just went through the forest fire with her. She tries pulling the same crap as she did with Sandra. I'll target the store she shops at most. Maurices in New Boston. And I'm throwing a pickle in there. I guess mommy dearest is in a bit of a pickle now, isn't she? Deli grenade. I'm not stuck with these inbreds. These inbreds are stuck with me.

Tomorrow is karaoke night at Applebee's and I'll be giving birth to my own rendition of No One Is To Blame by Howard Jones.