It’s the end of the line for 2025. We’re up. I’ve been awake-ish since around 5am, when Podrick made his first visit of the morning.
I was not in the mood to stream last night, not feeling it at all. Literally, the only reason I logged in was because we had spent the time to rig up the new lights and the bed was set up. The first two hours were very dead, and I wanted to log off after my first mini-break. I logged back in though, and made about $31 before I logged out for the night.
Looking at the stats this morning, I gained more than 100 new followers during the stream. While it was slow in terms of tippers, the actual chat was busy as hell. Opening up chat to everyone has made a huge difference in how active the room is and how much I yap to fill the time. Bigger models would shit on me for it, but I give them nothing. If you’re not tipping, me, you will fail.
I am the boner killer.
While I streamed, I ordered some “supplies”: a new phone clip, a wig, and a few more babydoll nighties for streams. I logged out a bit earlier than I’d have liked, but I stuck it out for longer than I wanted, so I reset the bedroom, and played Red Dead Redemption until Shawshank came home. Did I do anything in the game? Nope. Sometimes I like to play a mini game of my own creation, where I aim in random directions until I lock onto a target, shoot first and ask questions later. The last time I did that, I ended up jailed twice for being a murder hobo. Instead, last night I gave that game a rest, and instead tried to be an upstanding citizen. I killed a cougar with a knife, let the decoy whore at the carriage ambush go, and finally – FINALLY – successfully rescued a hanging victim.
Shawshank has the next two days off. We’ll make an attempt to stay up until midnight, but I don’t think we’ve been successful in years. We’re going to have pizzas, which is as celebratory as it’ll get. We don’t care that much.
