[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | I'm tired of hearing about Taylor Swift's festival of excess ]

TGIF, world. It’s a wet Friday morning in TinyTown. The crows have already shrieked their breakfast demands, and the daddy-squirrel (Bruce) is struggling to get the last of the seed out of the feeder in the front yard. I think this might be the last of the wetter weather for us. We’re supposed to warm up this weekend, but for now, it’s fucking raining.

I had a boring shift. I had a few people who came in and tipped, but I mostly had horny people who want to see free boobs on someone else’s dime. My little game is going ok, it keeps me talking, which looks good to The Algorithm. I stayed for a few hours, made a little money, and logged out. In an effort to get more attention, I’m going to try wearing pasties tonight. Maybe. Maybe I’ll forego pasties entirely and just whip my titties out. FREE THE NIPPLES!!! WE WILL NOT BE CONTAINED!!!

A light up mic on Temu eventually called to me, and I ordered one to step up my stream’s audio. If I’m talking more – and I am, because it’s hella fun – I need to be heard. I don’t expect it to be studio quality, but it probably will be better than just speaking into the void of my bedroom.

Let’s get Friday started. I wanna make some money tonight, and I need to look good to do so.