Ah, another Thursday. We’re watching the news and the cats are momentarily quiet. It snowed overnight. Shawshank‘s phone insists several inches fell, but my view from the couch disputes this claim. A thin line of snow balances on the bottom edge of the big window.
We both had slow nights at work last night. One of my very first tippers ended up in my room, a dude who thinks I look just like his mom (aside from the pink hair). The notification that alerted him I was online featured me wearing a blonde wig, which really piqued his interest. I told him I’d be wearing it later this week. He promised to be back.
I really need to find a better “set”. Sitting cross-legged in one spot makes me super fidgety after 4 hours. I want to moooove, and I know I’d definitely have more viewers if I wasn’t limited to one spot. There’s enough space in the living room, but I’d have to move all the cats’ stuff and lock Pod in the other room. Unfortunately, my upstream speeds aren’t great – optimally, I should be hooked up to the router, not uploading wirelessly – and I feel like too much movement will make shit choppy as fuck. On top of that, I’d always have that little niggling voice in the back of my head assuring me Podrick is destroying the bedroom.
I expect tonight’s stream will be pretty slow; I’m drowned out by the number of models broadcasting on Thursdays and Fridays. I’m planning to wear the blonde wig, in hopes that maybe I’ll be able to compete a little.
