Good morning, world. It’s Thursday, they’re demolishing half the White House, and I don’t know wtf is happening in this world anymore. Something is wrong. Everything is wrong.
I felt well enough to work again yesterday. Shawshank left to work in the afternoon, and I set up some lights in the bedroom and did sexy shit. When the phone’s battery was at a questionable level, I took that as a sign to stop. I put the phone on a charging cable, got dressed, and streamed on TikTok until it was time to make dinner. While dinner cooked, I set up everything for the evening cam. By the time I was sitting down to eat, all I needed to do was strip down to my skivvies again, close the door, and go live on Chaturbate.
I made about the same amount on both TikTok and CB last night, a disgustingly low total that might get me one treat off an average McDonald’s value menu. A guy who’s become a regular told me he wanted to “blow me a cloud” and started sharing his cam. Since I had nothing better to do, I opened it – warning him “this better not be your dick” – and watched a guy who looked like Santa smoke a pipe and blow a couple of impressive plumes of smoke for me. As a bonus, he was fully clothed.
Today will be more of the same. Shawshank will go to work, and I’ll jiggle my jubblies.
