Thank God for the rope I still have. This lasso will help me plenty.

My bridge card has money on it now. I won't starve.

I plan on setting up my hammock way up I the a tree. I made a rope ladder so I can get up and down easier.

It's a damn shame that my tablet is gone. My social security card and birth certificate was in that.

Now the only thing keeping me from going John doe is my ID.

Wish I could join the military...

I had a good run. I lived a somewhat happy life.

My stuff got stolen. And now the only weapon I have is my hands. Now I'm just a vagabond. Living in a tree and using stolen WiFi. I was doing that already but survival is difficult without gear. Winter is coming and with out my cross bow. My only options are to hop a train or die in the snow. Good bye drawing tablet. I'm going to miss you.

I just wish the hoes I protect would stop fucking with my cup.

going to burning man.

Pen nibs are here. The last order fucked me over by not shipping my pen nibs so I bought more. Along with a few other things. I'm going to lewd the fuck out of this poster.

Being blue balled by clientele in slutty outfits is great. Not joking, I'm fine with servicing.

Good noose is that I won't have to go postal. My last job finally gave me the $1000+ they owed me. So I was able to eat at last. Getting some other cool stuff besides pen tips.

A fire pit for warmth and heating water

Chainmail armor and a metal helm.

Something that makes knives safe to grab

Pest proof bed

A six shot repeating pistol crossbow for when I'm hungry for roasted Rabbit.

Private Bathroom

Shower

Shit pot

Non electric washing machine.

And a nice roof over all of it

Some candles, lanterns, shelves, and storage totes too of course.

Once that's all here imma draw this national socialist bull dyke doing some sinful things.

Till then brothers and sisters.

Be blessed.

Life ain't free. Shit don't pay for itself.

I need money for replacement parts or I'm about to go postal.

nearly getting your arm broken by a manager and non stop physical and sexual assault will do that. That’s just the icing on the cake. Frequent burns from the fryer. the fact that I was the only person who actually cleaned it. The gm just was a drug addict. Super under staffed. Toxic work environment. Felt like I was in a high school. And with all the minors. I probably wasn’t far off with that analogy.

I’m not going to miss working in a restaurant. Quite honestly I was sick of feeling like sponge bob. oh also the cute punk girl i was simping for quit too. there wasn't a damn thing keeping me from walking. thankfully I got her number.