[Current Mood | frustrated ]

Good morning, world. The last few days’ worth of strong winds and heavy clouds have blown off into Manitoba (GOOD RIDDANCE), leaving us with nothing but sunshine. The crows are on the back walk, eating sunflower seeds.

I had an absolutely shitty afternoon after Shawshank left for work. It was a slow shift, and I wasn’t feeling it. My regulars were in, one remarking that I was cheating on my normal Cherry Pepsi with the Cherry Coke. I wasn’t in the right head space to get into hot girl mode, and I wasn’t concentrating on what I was supposed to be doing because my ADHD kept trying to figure out how to perform a charlier cut instead. On top of that, we had loud, heavy winds all day, which fucked with my connection, further souring my mood.

I made myself some dinner and popped a CD into the PS2 until Shawshank came home. I’ve made my way through the dwarven mines, slaughtering any and all drow I came across. Eventually, I made my way to their leader, who promptly opened a can of whupass on an unprepared me. I need more potions.

I’m hoping the sunshine improves my mood today. I’ll be back on the bean in the afternoon.

[Current Mood | amused ]

[Listening To | Canadian weather reports with the Temu version of Adam Levine ]

Good morning, world. Happy Tuesday. I woke up a little earlier than I’d have liked, the bed was a little bit warm and Podrick wanted snuggles. Snuggles require a trip to the window, the shade, and the screen, all of which undoubtedly wake up Shawshank.

We both worked yesterday. I pointed the phone at me, put on some music, and did my makeup while I yapped on TikTok. I didn’t expect much out of it; they’re not interesting streams. I yap about whatever pops into my head while I transform into a human. Once I finished, I started setting up the bedroom for a Bean Stream, then made myself lunch. Once fed, I finished setting up, brushed my hair, and got on The Bean.

Things went better than I expected. I did a dick reaction/rating for someone, which is always fun because the pics come in blurred and it’s a surprise every time. Half the time, they send a standard issue cock. The other half, I’ll get something interesting. For every default dick they send, there’s a self sucking, self fucking, or diaper-wearing dick. Yesterday, the dick was trapped in a little purple chastity cage. The wearer also asked to be my submissive.

I also was treated to a cam-to-cam, which lets me watch (but not hear). It was a POV angle, almost like he had a GoPro cam strapped to his forehead while he sat on the toilet and jerked. I encouraged him to beat that meat, and cheered him on when he finished. Bravo, sir. I hope you enjoyed your secret bathroom wank.

I’m starting to gain more regulars. I made $100-ish off a guy one night a couple of weeks ago, and he’s been stopping in regularly since. He hasn’t spent as much, but he’s still visiting- and tipping. I’m getting a lot of people who just love my voice, and I’m starting to think I should invest in a mic with an adjustable arm instead of a proper webcam. I spent some money on Temu this weekend, and probably should have spent the money on a new mic, but noOOOoooo, I needed to buy a realistic dick to make my watchers feel inadequate.

I expect more of the same today, and tomorrow, and the next.

[Current Mood | working ]

Good morning, world. It’s morning, Monday morning to be precise. It’s fucking raining, and that’s fine with me. Podrick did the standard fatbaby things this morning, alternating being a window-obsessed asshole with aggressive cuddling. The wind is definitely a thing today.

Sundays are usually puttering days, but yesterday involved a bit more because we were hosting dinner. Shawshank dealt with most of the cleaning stuff. He wanted to make shepherds pie, which worked out pretty well. We were able to prep a lot of the stuff beforehand. Shawshank made the potatoes, I cooked up the meat. I worked up some bread dough and we got that proofing on the counter. Between ingredient preps, we played games. Shawshank gave me the Switch and pointed to a small, awkwardly shaped spot of land and asked me to build him a go-kart track while he mashed the spuds.

I’m happy to report I made it through the thieves’ guild hideout. The platforms stymie me no more.

Dinner went off without a hitch, aside from the fact the asparagus wasn’t very tasty.

Today is Labor Day, and Shawshank is working holiday hours. I plan to double stream today, doing makeup on TikTok, then getting the bedroom ready for a few hours on Chaturbate. If Chaturbate doesn’t work out the way I want/hope, I’ll work on Fansly shit. I’ll figure out dinner later.

[Current Mood | high ]

[Listening To | KEITH MORRISON OUT HERE LEANING ON SHIT AND SOLVING CRIMES ]

Good morning, world. We have gray skies in TinyTown this morning, the threatening kind. We’re up, enjoying coffee and contemplation.

I enjoyed my solo Saturday morning. I logged into TikTok and yapped while I put on my makeup. A few regulars stopped in, but they weren’t very talkative. I finished, killed the stream, and played “Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance” on the PS2. I made some headway in my quest to find the bastards that roughed me up when I entered the town, eventually locating and infiltrating the thieves’ guild. Alas, I’ve been stymied by their platform traps.

Shawshank came home after lunch, and we went out to the secondhand shop. Shawshank spotted a fabulous portrait of the queen during our Tuesday visit. I took a picture and sent it to my mom with the note “this would put Grandma’s portrait of the Queen to shame”.

Why did Grandma have a portrait of the Queen? No one has any ideas. It hung on a wall in her house forever.

Anyway.

I didn’t take it home on Tuesday, but it came home in my heart. By Wednesday, my brain was telling me to just walk up to the shop on Thursday and bring it home. The only thing stopping me was the fact I would have to walk the entire length of town carrying a portrait of the queen. As luck would have it, the shop was open on a rare Saturday, and we left, $2 poorer, with a large portrait.

I hung it in the bedroom.

Today is a puttering day. We’re cleaning and tidying because Shawshank‘s mom is coming over for dinner. She needs a break.

Good morning, friends. It’s a quiet morning at home. A chickadee is hanging around the front window, taunting Podrick. Pippin is on the table in the back, probably curled into a perfect loaf. Shawshank is working today. I remember waking up before his alarm went off, when Pod walked up my body for cuddles. When he left, I reset what I was listening to, and promptly fell asleep again.

Shawshank had yesterday off. We used the morning to drive out to Slightly BiggerTown and do the bi-weekly shopping. The drive started out cloudy, but the skies cleared up pretty quickly and it turned into a very nice day. Harvest is starting, and there were a lot of cows enjoying the last of summer. We battled some road construction in Slightly BiggerTown, eventually grabbed groceries, then made our way over to the dispo. I grabbed a bag of herb that will last for the next month or so. Shawshank bought a vape cart and talked about edibles with the budtender, happily picking up a bag of sugar free gummies for his mom. We stopped for lunch, drove home, and became sloths.

Since he’s working this morning, I’m going to do my Saturday #GRWM on TikTok. Later, we’re going up to the secondhand shop, because my keen sense of home decor said You know what The Flat needs? A big portrait of THE FECKING QUEEN.