Good morning, world. We’re awake. It’s cold and dark out there. Podrick woke me around 6am, as usual. I reset my headphones and tried to cuddle him like a plushy. He wasn’t into that today, but let me pet him while he sprawled his 18lbs across my upper chest like one of those weighted stuffed animals that were all the rage on TikTok (or Instagram or Facebook) for a hot minute.
I did my typical Chaturbate shift yesterday. Some fool kept coming in and out of my room over the course of the evening. He’d tip 1 token and make requests that would be 100+ tokens on my tip menu. I’d point out the menu and he’d leave. After three hours of this, he came into my room and bitched at me, “I’ve been waiting since 3pm for you to get naked!” I looked directly at the camera and told him he’d tipped me, he saw the goals, he could’ve already seen it if he wanted it.
“But you only tossed 6 tokens at me”, I continued. “You contributed. Bravo, sir.”
“You tried to ride the coattails of real tippers. How’d that work out for you?”
It was busier than my Fridays usually are. The more followers I get, the busier my Thursday and Friday nights are. I’m still trying to find my groove. I’m good at chatting with folks in my room, and I’m trying so fucking hard to keep chatting, even if they’re not. What I’m not good at is asking them to tip. I can be sarcastic with them if they get mouthy, but when it comes to reminding them to tip if they’re sticking around, I clam up.
Shawshank has the weekend off. We’ll be going out to buy groceries today, but otherwise avoiding anything outside where the world is freezing and the air is trying to kill me.
