[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | Keith Morrison leaning on shit ]

Good morning, world. Happy August. It’s sunny, the cats are fed, the crows are fed, and we’ve been caffeinated. The overnight was ok, maybe a little warmer than my body was happy with, but it is what it is.

Last night was the first stream where I ran with the #joi tag. Traffic wasn’t too bad, it felt like it was a little steadier and my room’s ranking was definitely better than Fridays usually are. It was a long time waiting before I made money, however, which really sucked. One guy stayed for over an hour, pushing two hours, which means

1. he’s fucking cheap
2. I’m a pushover and need to come up with things to say to make them tip, and
3. I probably should add #edging or something to my tags

The guy who stuck around gave the best compliment ever: I feel like this isn’t your first time doing this. Au contraire, bruh. This is all new to me. I don’t say shit to anyone. Not only that, but if I’m not devoting 97% of my energy to paying attention, my mask will slip and the little chaos gremlin will come out and I’ll say something weird/silly/unsexy while you’re jorkin’ it.¹ I made a little money though, and rewarded myself with an Irn Bru and a liverwurst sandwich. Then, I went outside to enjoy some poi. The sun was setting behind the house, the breeze was just enough, and I spent about 45 minutes out there.

We’re planning to enjoy our day off. Shawshank is taking us out to Slightly BiggerTown to grab some necessities and lunch, and tonight is the first night of Summer Slam.

1. Two days ago, in a cam 2 cam with a dude, I let out Rocky Horror’s I see you shiver with antici……… pation and saw him lose a stroke ↩︎