Good morning, world. It’s the weekend. It’s fucking Saturday. I’ve been up for a while now, and I’m going to do my best to nap this afternoon. I woke up around 4am, chilly, with a cat burrowed halfway under my pillow and latched to my palm. By 5am, Pod was awake, and I put him in the hall and closed the door. I tried so fucking hard to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. I was cold, but not enough to risk overheating under the weighted blanket. I wasn’t comfy, so I rearranged, then the coughing started. Two hours and some change later, I opened the door again. It was past the cats’ breakfast time, but I made them wait while I cleaned up a shitstorm they created in the living room.
Yesterday was somewhat better than Thursday. I was able to go outside and play in the sunshine in the afternoon, and went back out at night. The afternoon spin time was nice and warm. I had both the leviwand and the poi out there. A woman walked by with a group of kids on bikes. I told Shawshank if he hears any rumors of a fairy in the cheap flats on the edge of TinyTown, it’s me.
I’ve been trying to get into the habit of sending my subscribers and followers a quick freebie once a week. I’m also trying to be more interactive, so I’m replying when they message me. No longer will I simply ignore the unsolicited dick pics! Nay, now we’re trying to parlay that shit into dick ratings! Here’s how it’s going for me:
This dude followed me this week, then dropped a random eggplant into my DMs- no message attached, just his fleshy skin flute (judging by the blurry shape). Granted, yes, he does have a verified creator account. Any random dude can verify and then never do anything, just this guy has done. If that’s how he’s doing business, it’s a shitty business model.
