Joe Fryer needs to grow back his facial hair because he looks like an axe-soaked 16 year old
socially exhausted ]
Last night’s shift was bad. This morning was bad. It’s just bad all around.
I’d love to know what’s happening to kill my stream. I used to get steady traffic, and now I get crickets. I fixed some of the issues with my cam’s quality last night, but it didn’t matter. In fact, lately it doesn’t matter what connection speed, or what overlays are on my video. It’s just dead for me. No one wants me. I’m a dried up husk of unfuckable woman.
Podrick came up for snuggles this morning, which was really nice. Until the penultimate visit, that is, when I fell asleep with him stretched across my chest and arms. When the 5:30am snack dropped into the bowl, he launched off of me, pulling me out of my fragile slumber. Pod’s next stop was a hard landing on Shawshank‘s stomach, waking him from a dead sleep.
Just bad all around.
