[Current Mood | high ]

[Listening To | Shawshank playing RCT3 ]

Good morning, y’all, and happy Thursday. The sun has decided to make its presence known to the prairies today. According to my phone, the weather should be quite nice. Podrick didn’t do enough to break through Shawshank‘s 2-mask isolation system. Pod’s not necessarily doing anything bad or misbehaving in the mornings, it’s just that he’s the equivalent to a sentient bowling ball. He and Pippin can do the exact same things, but Pod will instantly be louder and/or more destructive simply because she’s maybe 7lbs and he’s probably ~20lbs.

I tried out the new smutty stream props yesterday. I like them, and I like how they turned out. In the future, I’ll make some very minor tweaks to their design when it comes time to replace them. My shift sucked, but I got on The Bean anyway, and I logged in for a couple of hours. The last two days have been terrible, monetarily. The only thing going up this week has been my follower count. Tomorrow, when the phone’s billing cycle is up, I’ll have some data to use again.

Today, we have no real plans. The main thing we’re doing is going to the secondhand shop because we love trash.

[Current Mood | creative ]

[Listening To | news, always news, and never good ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning, and it’s gray this time. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes last night was the moon. When I woke up, in nearly the same position, the moon was replaced by Podrick. He was sitting on a pillow, patiently waiting for me to roll over so he could lay my chest.

I had plans for yesterday, starting off with a #grwm TikTok stream. It was pretty slow, which was to be expected: a weekday morning, 2+ hours after everyone has gone to work or school, is not going to be busy. The Foot Clan has better things to do at 9am.

When I was human, I started setting up for Chaturbate, then took a quick lunch break before going live. Just as I had everything ready to go, a dude towing a trailer showed up across the street, unloading some heavy machinery. He proceeded to tear up the walkways of the apartments across from us. The cats were spooked by the noise, naturally, and hid in the bedroom. We waited in the bedroom until a break in the noise brought them out of hiding and I could herd them out of the room. I eventually managed to log in for a very slow shift, which wasn’t worth it at all. I spent the rest of the afternoon scheduling Fansly things instead.

Shawshank picked me up after work, and we moved a few things out of Shady Acres and into Shady Acres 2.0. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing crafty things and making game props for my stream while watching him play Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 until it was dinner time.

I expect today will be similar. I’ll finish my post, get on TikTok, set up the bedroom, and have lunch. Since I know there will probably be another dude with a noisy machine, I’ll keep the bedroom door shut to prevent the kitties from hiding in there again. Just one more shift until we have another lazy day.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | cawcawcawcawcawcaw ]

Good morning, world. It’s the official start of CRONCHY LEAF SEASON. One of the trees across the street started turning yellow last week. In my opinion, it’s wonderful sleeping weather. I’m comfy. Podrick began the hourly snuggling around 4:30am, allowing for dozing in between.

As planned, I was a sloth yesterday. A lazy fucking sloth. Shawshank left for work before I was out of bed. I went on TikTok and did my makeup, fucked around for a while, then spent the rest of the afternoon on the PS2. I finished Act 1 of my game, and I’m currently locked in a battle between my carry limit and my need to pick up every single item that drops. I’m enjoying the game, and I like the item upgrade system. On the other hand, I hate the fact the game seems to force you into heavier armor regardless of your toon’s class. I don’t want to waste points dumping them into armor skills. At the same time, I hate spending gold to upgrade my little monk’s leather armors, because that gold could buy potions if needed.

Shawshank came home in the afternoon, after a quick stop to Shady Acres for some boxes his mother had packed to move. He laid down the law the other day: she can pack shit, but we’ll move it. This works out beautifully for everyone. She can pack things the way she wants, and we don’t need to worry about her walking it out to the vehicle, or the subsequent walking shit into the new place.

Shawshank is working mid-shifts for the next couple of days. I’m going to set up, do some makeup, and try to make it through a couple of hours worth of Bean Streaming.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | news fluff ]

Hello, world. It’s a sunshiny Monday. Podrick snuggled me, and Shawshank gave me a kiss before he left. The back door is open so Pippin can enjoy the morning. I’m watching the morning news and enjoying the coffee Shawshank left me.

The most ambitious things we did yesterday involved eating. Shawshank made us a delicious brunch. He had the holy Trinity of bacon, eggs, and hash browns, and I had an English muffin with cinnamon and sugar. When everything was cleaned up, we grabbed the controllers and did our own things for the afternoon. He built a couple of new parks in Roller Coaster Tycoon 3, and I managed to get out of the tutorial part of my game. I discovered I could set favorite skills, which would have been super helpful to know while I was playing a magic user in the last game.

Shawshank opened the store this morning, and he’ll be home around lunchtime. I’m going to assume a human form and fuck about on TikTok for an hour.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 ]

Hello, world. I’m up, Shawshank is up, the cats are in the doorway, and I’m pumping coffee into me. Podrick tried so hard to be a good boy. Without the curtain to constantly tempt him, he’s content to look outside or snuggle, with occasional trips to the dresser to try wedging himself into other spaces. He loves standing up on his back legs and reaching his front paws up as high as he can on the window, while he looks outside. To anyone outside, I’m sure he looks like a life-sized, suction cup be-footed Garfield, stuck to a minivan window.

I did a TikTok stream yesterday, and chatted with some of the old Foot Clan. They miss me and my streams from the couch. But they’re not actually missing ME me, not at all, they miss being able to freely goon over my feet while I play Skyrim. I won’t let them do that anymore. I haven’t done a couch stream in about a year at this point. If they’re seeing my feet, it’s an ultra-rare session spinning poi.

Shawshank came home while I was eating my lunch of bread dipped in Italian dressing. He typed up his post, then set up controllers and consoles for each of us. He played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 in handheld mode, I loaded up the “Dark Alliance” PS2 disk, and we both got to battling. As it turned out, I was pretty far along, and ended up beating the game. I watched the credits and then loaded up “Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance 2” for more hacky, slashy fun.

Today is a mostly lazy day.