Good morning, world. We’re up early, because Podrick wouldn’t stay off of things he shouldn’t be on. For a cat with a tummy ache, he’s still a meatball ass. The hits keep coming: yesterday sucked. Not only did it suck, but it sucked more than Monday and Tuesday combined. I knew it wasn’t going to…
Wake up, bitches. It’s fucking hump day. The night was warm and full of moisture; I woke up sweaty and unhappy about it. Jesus Christ, man, I literally just logged in. 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…
Good morning, bitches. Happy Tuesday. We’re up, as are the kitties, and the coffee is seeping in. Around 5am, Sir Podrick of House Brisket came up on the bed and laid on my chest. After a brief cuddle, he wanted to play with cords, and I quietly deposited him in the hallway. I reset my…