Wake up, bitches. It’s fucking hump day. The night was warm and full of moisture; I woke up sweaty and unhappy about it.
Last night’s stream was a complete bust. Within three minutes, I had someone in chat being a complete ballsack. Later, another one mansplained the difference between nipples and areolas.
Dude. Dude.
While the stream was slightly busier than Monday night’s, I’m still struggling to keep people in my room. After about four hours, I logged out, unable to keep up the illusion of being a pleasant human any longer. I like having a lot of space on the bed, but I feel like my current camera positioning is killing my quads and hamstrings. I have a pillow/seat/thing coming from Temu, and I expect I’ll need to make adjustments to things again.
I’m on a camgirl Discord server, and two other creators say they just sit there for hours telling people to tip them and reacting to it. Deep in my heart, I understand that’s how to do it, but I’m bad at asking … for anything.
Once the sun comes up, I’ll put on makeup and do cam things. I’m going to do like I did a couple of weeks ago, and just load a casual stream. Shawshank is working a day shift today. I’ve got a package coming from Temu, and it should be ready to be picked up by the time he leaves work. We’ll be able to have dinner together tonight, and watch some TV on the couch.
Sun’s up. Time to put on some makeup.
