Good morning, world. It’s a gray morning in TinyTown, with clouds and a breeze that promises a cold afternoon. We’re up. The cats are play-fighting– light on the “play”. Pippin is already alpha mode, and has been backing Pod into the hallway.
I was in the bedroom and streaming early again, with Pippin to keep me company, sleeping next to the tripod for most of the shift. Halloweek continued, this time as Strawberry Shortcake. As far as comfort, the costume was a fabulous choice. I looked cute and I wasn’t freezing. Since Chaturbate has rules against cosplaying as children’s characters, I opted to go without the apron and hat while I streamed. I made jokes about being dressed like one of those hard candies you find in the bottom of your grandmother’s purse. In the end, as long as I could pop my tits out of the neckline, no one questioned or cared who or what I was dressed as.
If I’ve learned anything over the last two days, it’s that these guys love my wigs way more than my actual hair. Between Tuesday’s goth look and last night’s red curls, my room was always hopping (as hopping as an average of 8 mostly silent lurkers can be).
Shawshank closes up shop for the next three nights, making this my mid-week. I’ll be back in the bedroom this afternoon. Since the goth look went over so well, I might as well do it again. Shawshank and I made jokes last night about lighting the bedroom with all red and putting on some horns.
