Morning. We’re up and about, and Tiny town is waking up. I’ve been up since around 5-ish, when my body decided the burrito of flannel and cats was too warm for sleep. Recently, I figured out I can sort of “fluff” the blankets like a bellows and all that too-warm air will be puffed out. The only drawback is doing so usually wakes up Chaucer. Fortunately for me, he remained undisturbed by my movements, and only started to harass us shortly before the alarm.
I’ve been taking advantage of spooky season to play with more clown makeup. Yesterday, I put on any and all vaguely-fluorescent clothes and spun poi for an hour or so on TikTok. I didn’t expect a lot of traffic because there’s a lot happening in American politics this week. I had a few regulars stop in, but nothing wild. For the most part, I spun my poi and chatted when chatted at.
After a while, I switched over to Clapper. I tried to get some hype going over there, but I was way too overdressed to compete with any of their regulars. Eventually, I moved back over to TikTok, but my socials were all dead. I cut shit off early, opting to shower and de-clown myself.
I have an idea kicking around for another clown look I want to try, but I haven’t quite figured out an outfit to go with it. If I can come up with something to wear that’s both sexy and won’t leave me freezing, I’ll do more with Clapper tonight.
Plans for today are more of the same. Shawshank is working. I need to paint my nails and finish scheduling the smutty things.
