Sweet Tea's Diary Entries

Unfortunately, I never saved them all in a Word doc—lesson learned. But there’s someone on the server who still has the full collection. So… does that make him the keeper of a treasure chest? 😄

There are actually two Diaries floating around, though most of my writing lives in the first one. I even had a whole arc planned involving the cops, but after a while I realized the opportunity would never come. One of my favorite little details: I left my safe password as an Easter egg, tucked into Lifeinvader. Subtle, hidden, and now—just a quiet whisper in the code.

I guess that’s what it all became—little secrets scattered like confetti. Easter eggs for anyone curious enough to dig.


Diary Entry Ten


Why does it feel like every woman in the city hates me? Only three have ever shown me any real kindness—and James noticed it too. So did a few others.


It’s not like I’m holding a grudge against all of them... though, I won’t lie—there’s one I do hate. The red-headed cop. She’s the cruelest of them all.


When I was in jail, I asked her a simple question: Should I plead no contest or guilty? Her response? “You said no contest first. BYE.” Like I was nothing. She didn’t even give me time to breathe.


Ever since then, I think I’ve developed PTSD toward every cop I come across. BB overheard it... and now James—he wants to hurt the ones who’ve actually been kind to me. And that’s the part that breaks me the most.


Would it be safer... if I made them hate me too?



Diary Entry Eleven 

I felt kind of stupid today. I was scavenging through dumpsters, trying to find something to eat. Ended up at the car wash—got distracted by the mud puddles and started splashing around like a kid. For a moment, it didn’t feel so heavy.

Then this tow truck driver rolled up and asked if I was okay.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn't sure if the mud was more comforting than the concern.


Crumble up 

-Slightly erased-

Frs daY in te cty. I ot iap by n ien. MeEmoRpH


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I think I would cry if I ever came across Bench Guy. Which is weird... cause my mom calls me Spock. For real real, not for play play.

I hope he can re-open his building in the other city and get the love he actually deserves. \o/ Team B.G!


Lady name, I can't remember, and she can't remember mine.

But we remember each other's faces. First big meal somebody has ever given me!

I don't have the heart to eat I,t though. Does food disappear when it goes bad?

I hope not. I guess I'll find out eventually... :(


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Woof. Woof. Woof.

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People call me Sweet Tea with an E

Better not be mean or else I'll make a scene

Crushin' all these bitches in-between

These thic ass thighs with ya know what meat

Arbys bacon chedder cheese yee yee I tease 


OOC: Well, if I ever get a raid or somebody breaks into my apartment, I hope you had fun reading. ^_^ Sorry if I made some of the scenes too big or small. Never done this before. Oh yeah, the entries.. that are uhh.. label the same. I pretend they are like the front and the back. And sometimes I was just really tired from staying up too late. Okay, wub you, bye! 



Random stuff... uhhh this was also some more list of scenes I had in my room at one point or deleted. 

Shredded WoW Poster

Used Vbucks Card

Used Steam Card

Unread ticket

(Trash can)


Shitty computer

It's life like! 


Dollhouse Bench Displayed

WoodyWrangler Doll Displayed

Justice4Pryor Poster


Empty cup of McD Sweet Tea 


Togepi Plushie

Grogu Plushie


Limpbitz cd

Korn cd

Catlady cd

Animal Crossing 

90's Furby toy

Switch console

Fresh towels - once a fan of estrogen (even added trans rights tats as a pixxie) 

Cardboard covering glass

Hooker-boots - once a moosebrother fan 

Why are you watching me poster? One of my scenes was doubled. So I knew an admin had been in my room. I didn't put two korn cds myself. 




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