[Current Mood | drained ]

If it ever hits the news that a hermit in the middle of nowhere went apeshit started screaming so much she was heard outside her bubble of nowhere, you’ll know it was me, and I finally lost it due to lack of sleep. Once again, Podrick started obsessively trying to get to the bedroom window screen around pre-5am, as soon as the barest glimmer of sunrise hit the house, then the crow army dropped in for a squawking. Every time I’d kick Podrick off the bed – sometimes literally – he’d go away for a few minutes, only to return and make a bee line right for the fucking window again. I feel like literally the only thing that would stop him would be sealing up the window with plywood like we’re prepping for a hurricane. I finally left the bed around 6am, started the coffee pot, and played “Roller Coaster Tycoon 3” on the couch.

And this fucking cat hasn’t stopped terrorizing the household yet.

We had a nice Monday where we did pretty much nothing but build amusement parks for the whole day. Shawshank put a load of clothes in the washer and made brunch. We tossed snacks outside for the crows. I felt like laying down after brunch, so I did the old person thing and laid down on the bed and tried to catnap. We capped off the night with medical dramas and WWE, and a bedtime discussion about whereabouts in TinyTown we would take a shit, if we had to make THE PHANTOM SHITTER the biggest news in town.

Today is shaping up to be very similar. Podrick has finally stopped being an asshole, for the time being at least. We’re going to check out the secondhand shop later this afternoon, and have burgers for dinner.

[Current Mood | cranky ]

[Listening To | fuck yo footy ]

Good morning, world. It’s another bright, shiny Monday morning. I’ve been up for a couple of hours now; Pod being Pod, and me being me. I tried to stay in bed. I wanted to stay in bed. I’d fully expected to be awake early, and at this point, I’m used to it after a couple of years of this. On the other hand, I hate getting out of bed early. If I must be awake early, I only ask that I be able to stay in my fucking bedroom, where there’s a change – slim though it might be – to get back the fuck to sleep. Unfortunately, Podrick was in rare form¹, I’ve been up since pre-5am, and came out of the bedroom sometime around 6am.

The crows dropped into the yard to sound the alarm again, but this time I was out of bed. We started with three, and a fourth landed when Shawshank came out of the bedroom.

I worked yesterday. I’ve had worse shifts. I ended up logging out after a few hours because the connection got so bad. I’m not sure if it was something with Chaturbate or if all of Saskatchewan was using Sasktel at once, but I was dropping frames left and right.

We have the next two days off, and it looks like it should be nice on both days. There has been talk of a visit to the secondhand store tomorrow, but today is brunch.

1. pretty sure I accidentally turned off the cat-vape plugin and he’s been an asshole ever since ↩︎

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | kibble cronching ]

Good morning, world. It’s fucking Sunday. It’s sunny, as promised. It warmed up enough that I stripped down before bed and was comfortable all night. While I was comfy, I was also fucking AWAKE!™ super early. Then, just as I was starting to get drowsy again, the crow army landed in the front yard and performed Reveille for us.

I tried really hard to make money yesterday. I started streaming with a top on, because I always do. I’ve got no idea why, but I feel very weird hopping on cam, tits a-swingin’ right out of the gate. At the same time, I don’t want to just whip my top off mid-stream, because I have goals set for that sort of thing. When there’s goals to be met, I don’t want to skip them. I feel like that trains people to have a TITS OUT FOR NICKELS attitude. After two hours of a dead room, I logged out.

I spent the rest of the evening building an amazement park based on Rocky Point. I tried to make the big coaster they had, the Corkscrew, and managed to get a reasonable recreation of the first half, but didn’t have things quite right to make the second half. One of the flume rides in the game is an exact mirror of Rocky Point’s; I didn’t bother trying to recreate it. Fuck it, flipped flume, I don’t care.

We’re both working today, with the promise of tomorrow being a day off. It’s nice, it’s warm, let’s get dem tiddies out.

Good morning, world. It’s the Great American Blow Your Fingers Off day. Huzzah. There are boats on TV.

I had a typical Friday night: it was fucking slow on CB. I stuck it out for about 4 hours or so, that was long enough to meet some goals and get my tits out (once), but that was about it. I’d considered the pasties, but I want to make sure I don’t have a reaction to the adhesive first; the last thing I need is to look like I’ve dipped my nips in a fry-o-later. I’m dreading tonight. It’s a holiday, and traffic tends to be slower on holidays. As someone who already hangs out in the lower half of the rankings, my room is usually dead anyway. On the other hand, due to Shawshank‘s schedule, I don’t think I’ve ever streamed on a Saturday night. I might just get lucky.

I’m still enjoying building my little amusement parks on the Switch. Sandbox mode is perfect. Oh, I put all the rides in this park on top of each other and now I can’t see anything because I have a coaster zipping over three kiddy rides, landscaping, multiple stalls, and paths? WHAT PARK? I don’t see no park.

We’ll see how the day goes. I’ll set up, get ready, log in, and make some money. I’m going to do my best Jennifer Coolidge impression and talk about hot dogs.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | I'm tired of hearing about Taylor Swift's festival of excess ]

TGIF, world. It’s a wet Friday morning in TinyTown. The crows have already shrieked their breakfast demands, and the daddy-squirrel (Bruce) is struggling to get the last of the seed out of the feeder in the front yard. I think this might be the last of the wetter weather for us. We’re supposed to warm up this weekend, but for now, it’s fucking raining.

I had a boring shift. I had a few people who came in and tipped, but I mostly had horny people who want to see free boobs on someone else’s dime. My little game is going ok, it keeps me talking, which looks good to The Algorithm. I stayed for a few hours, made a little money, and logged out. In an effort to get more attention, I’m going to try wearing pasties tonight. Maybe. Maybe I’ll forego pasties entirely and just whip my titties out. FREE THE NIPPLES!!! WE WILL NOT BE CONTAINED!!!

A light up mic on Temu eventually called to me, and I ordered one to step up my stream’s audio. If I’m talking more – and I am, because it’s hella fun – I need to be heard. I don’t expect it to be studio quality, but it probably will be better than just speaking into the void of my bedroom.

Let’s get Friday started. I wanna make some money tonight, and I need to look good to do so.