TGIF, perhaps even TFIF– thank FUCK it’s Friday. I bear the usual tidings of cold weather and morning darkness. After waking me up to demand cuddles, Podrick did ginger-boy bullshit while Shawshank dozed and I looked at news headlines.
He’s still doing ginger-boy bullshit.
I used the cheat code to get traffic last night, and wore the blonde wigs. I have two, and I stack them. The top one looks great on its own. The bottom one has no volume on the top, but it gives me pink streaks and more volume than wearing the other one alone. If I ever feel sassy, I’ll sew them together properly, but for now, stacking is just fine. It’s pretty stable, and I don’t move enough to worry about the stack toppling off. The dudes watching me don’t give a single shit, I’d be surprised if they even notice it’s not real hair. I made a bit more than $50.
The weather out there looks terrible today. It’s snowing sideways. Shawshank‘s working the closing shift, but will have the whole weekend off. I’ll be in MEGAMILF mode once more, trying to stay warm while half naked.
