It’s Friday, y’all. We’re up. There’s coffee. It was an early day for me, and probably Shawshank to a degree. Podrick was up to the typical bullshit. It’s nice to have kitty cuddles in bed, he doesn’t do it as regularly as he did when he was small. Unfortunately, we’re still battling his morning zoomies. His AWAKE! time is around 4:30, maybe 5am tops. I really, really hope he outgrows it soon. I love him dearly, but I catch myself saying the most textbook abuser things when I’m chasing him off a table/shelf/Pippin.
I wigged up for last night’s stream. I looked very cute, with my lacy nightie and satin panties. Perfect little cougar. I made a whopping $25.
It was a rough night, but Thursdays and Fridays usually are. A dude called me out for listening to Logan Paul’s WWE entrance theme– this same dude caught me listening to Joe Hendry’s theme a couple of weeks ago. I have about 6gb of data left on my phone plan for the month. I think I’m going to switch things up a bit and set up in a different spot, get violently high, and have a dance party today. I don’t want to sit like a lump all afternoon/evening.
