[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, netbabies. It’s Sunday, and that means we’re up. The bed was that awful stage of just a hair too warm, which would change to too cold when I would roll over. Podrick snuggled me a few times and was a relatively good baby. While he’s still trying to get under the blackout shades, I only had to use the “sweep the leg” maneuver once.

I watched the black clouds rolling through while I put on my makeup. “Looks like thunderstorms”, I remarked to my empty TikTok chat. “I’m ok with that.” The clouds really started to build up in the afternoon, and thunder rumbled off in the distance. Shawshank left work, picked me up, and we went out to the secondhand shop. We took a quick detour to get pics of the edge of the system.

The clouds ended up being more interesting than the shop. We haven’t found much in there lately. I think most of the town has been stockpiling their donatables for the town yard sale this month– but next month might be amazing in the shop. The weather got worse, and we spent the rest of the evening under orange warnings and on the lookout for thunderstorms and tornadoes.

We’re back to work for the day. Most of my stuff is still somewhat organized, so I’m hoping the setup this afternoon is smooth/quick.

Good morning, world. The weekend is here. Shawshank is at work, Podrick is looking for Pippin, Pippin is sleeping in a clothes pile. I heard the crow outside and tossed some puffed wheat out in the grass for it. I’ve been doing this for almost a week now, bribing it to join my crow army. Yesterday, it landed on the front step railing and cawed at us.

I did my GRWM stream and assumed my human form. I swear, every time I log into TikTok to do a live stream, shit’s changed. Most recently, they’ve changed it so if you’re not “actively engaging” with your viewers, you can’t receive gifts. I made this discovery when I moved the focus off of me and onto Podrick for 5 seconds, resulting in a warning to remain on screen.

I started to set things up for an afternoon Chaturbate stream, but reversed course halfway through. In my experience, I need at least 2 hours before my room starts to gain any traction in the algorithm. I didn’t see any reason to set up and log in, ride the struggle bus the entire time, then log out just as things start to get underway. Instead, I went outside and spun poi for an hour. The weather was perfect for it, with a little bit of breeze and a whole lot of sunshine.

Shawshank is working the morning shift today. I’m going to go on TikTok, do my makeup. We’ll do stuff in the afternoon.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | air leaking from the ISS ]

TGIF y’all. I’m up, Shawshank‘s been up. Podrick‘s been doing cat things all morning, but at 20lbs, cat things sound a lot like dog things. Shawshank was up early and tried to let me sleep, but it wasn’t happening. It doesn’t feel like Friday for some reason, but it is. I’ve checked. Twice.

Yesterday was a clown day. There are times in a girl’s life when she just wants to put on a full face of makeup and be pretty. And there are days when she just wants to say fuck it, shit’s gonna get weird, but at least I look good interesting doing it. I set up most of the bedroom before I sat down to do my face. Setting up things post-face is nerve wracking, worrying about every little thing potentially ruining it.

Aside from flipping the setup schedule, my stream went ok. I was set up, dressed, and logged in around my regular time. I’ve figured out a few comfy positions to sit in that don’t make me look like a fat hairless sphynx. Between comfy seats and my brb screen, handling a full “shift” is easier.

Shawshank is working the day shift today. I’m planning to do a GRWM on TikTok, then set up the bedroom. I’ll spend a couple of hours on the bean to get my hours up. He’ll be home late in the afternoon, and I think I’m in charge of picking out dinner tonight. Fridays are Smackdown nights.

[Current Mood | creative ]

Good morning, world. Happy Thursday. TinyTown is looking a bit bleh out there this morning. I’ve been up, but it hasn’t been the “uuuuugh just let me go back to sleep” type of morning. I dozed a bit between Podrick‘s visits to cuddle.

We had a nice Wednesday. We moved my power bar to a new spot with a lot less hassle than I expected. Shawshank played on his Gameboy for an hour or so, while I played Civ on the Switch. I play it completely wrong. I’ve had it for a month, and I’ve only taken over a city state once. I’m peaceful. I want to build my little empire, spread the good word of whatever religion I’ve created (most recently T U R T L E POWAH), and contribute to the world economy. Can I play like SimCity? Because that’s what I really want.

I spent the evening with the needlework. I’m finished with the skies, and have several trees stitched in. I want to mount and get one of my “ideas” onto some fabric, but I don’t want to get too ambitious. I still have two smaller kits to do. Not only that, but even if I did transfer the design the one I have in my head, I haven’t even gone through my stash of thread to see if I even have the colors for it. And I absolutely don’t want to start it if I can’t fucking finish it without buying more supplies halfway through.

We’re back to work today. I was thinking about doing clown stuff today – it’s been a while and it gives me a built-in excuse to remove all my weird internal personality filters – but I’m still on the fence about it. I should do it while I can, while the weather won’t make me sweat it off.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | someone outside with the POW Pow POWERWHEELS ]

Morning, y’all. Happy Hump Day. Podrick was a good boy this morning and let Shawshank sleep. I did my thing, scrolling on my phone, watching silly things, petting the cats when they came up onto the bed.

I had a terrible shift yesterday. It was a prime example of why we don’t just sit and chit chat with people who aren’t paying. He came in about 15 minutes after I logged in, and asked questions about the tarot deck I had. It was nice to talk about common likes, and he had tokens, which supposedly pushes me up in the rankings.

On the other hand, I couldn’t just be me. Right now, doing the bullshit readings gets me into chatty mode more than small talk about my cheater tarot and he threw me off my game. He left when I took a break. I tried to keep things going, but ended up logging out a little earlier than usual.

Shawshank (and I, by extension) have today off. The windows are open because it’s nice outside. I might change into a lighter bathrobe, but otherwise, I don’t expect to do much more than try to find a spot for a power hub in the bedroom. I’m very excited about the prospect of cheeseburgers and smashed baby potatoes for dinner tonight.