Good morning, world. It’s a cloudy morning in TinyTown, and – what’s that? – it’s fucking snowing. We’re up and watching old episodes of Dateline, which means it’s the weekend. I have the chonky one in my lap. He’s been decent since we left the bedroom.
It was an ok Friday. Shawshank had a chilly night shift, and I streamed. It was one of the better nights I’ve had. While there wasn’t a steady flow of traffic that wanted to chat, my room constantly had people in it. I got another 40-ish followers, made some money, and talked about yooperlite.
Topics of conversation can vary a lot. Yooperlite, meat on the bone, my pet theory that Extreme’s “More Than Words” is about a dude who just really, really wants a blowjob.
The snowflakes are getting bigger.
Shawshank has the whole weekend off, which means I have the weekend off as well. Today is supposed to be cold and then there’s the white shit falling from the sky, so we’re not leaving the house until tomorrow afternoon.
