I am a trans bisexual wiccan dude. Probably the worst mix for a teenager living in a conservative town. This is pretty much a journal for my thoughts, and a run down of the weirdest shit that goes down in my life. Which is pretty fuckin weird. And if you havent guessed, I cuss like a pissed off sailor. I’ll try to keep the cussing a little low, mostly because the shit I say can make a sailor blush.

Anywho, about mwa. I’m a trans guy, bisexual but still gay af, and im wiccan. Im also a foul mouthed, dirty minded, sarcastic edgy ass teenager. So thats fun. I tend to have the weirdest thoughts, and do a lot of things randomly. I also tend to attract the weirdest crap in my life from a loud mouthed german dude yelling at my dog for existing, to people bowing and speaking korean to me even though im german. Fun fact, a lot of people think im asian. I dont have a bit of anything asian in me. Other then some stir fry I ate last night.

I also tend to attract the weird kids who think that because I talked about that once anime once that im a cringy ass weaboo(however you spell it) and would also like to pretend I know fucking japanese. So have fun, or dont, when reading this crap.

The squirrels scare me. They must be on something. I think. They are such bloodthirsty beings. At first I saw them as simple pests, ones that I hated with a passion. That was until one day I found one on my back porch, a birds head in his little paws.

These squirrles have issues. They seem to fear nothing. They mock the dogs, and mess with them like as if they were my annoying german neighbor. They eat my pumpkins, they throw things at me, they terrorize my dogs, and they eat birds.

There I was, just sipping my tea, and there he was. Just bitting the hell out of a birds face. At first I didnt think much of it. It was just getting some of the feathers off, though it seemed to be a little too invested. That was until a couple of days later.

It had left the birds head behind. It was a disgusting sight. I could see inside its head. I left it be in case another squirrel wanted some of its feathers, and mostly just didnt want to touch it. After around a week however, I looked outside once more to find the same squirrel, back with the birds head in it tiny gross paws. This time it decided to taste the flesh. It then began to eat the flesh.

To this day, I have no clue where the skull went. It’s most likely being worn by a squirrel as it tackles a raven. Most likely pay back for when a raven divebombed and then tackled a squirrel. For no reason of course.

The squirrle was minding his buissness, and I was minding mine. It crawled around my sisters truck a bit, no where near a tree or any other bird. His nice spring morning walk was ruined however by a random divebombing bird. The impact was so great that the squirrel was sent flying under the truck, and the bird just flew away like nothing happened.

The birds and squirrels are at war with each other. I just know it. And my house is going to be stuck in the middle of it.