Good morning, y’all. Happy fucking Sunday.
We lazed about for yesterday, mostly gaming and watching stuff on Youtube. I’d removed my nail polish on Friday night, so I spent an hour or so applying a new shade. Shawshank and I agree that it’s not the best color in my collection. Based on how it looked in the light of the pharmacy, I expected a brighter pink. Instead, it’s more of a pinkish-red than an actual pink. Color aside, there’s definitely glitter in there, but it dried to a dull finish. Result: the paint job on something that might’ve been the result of an episode of Pimp My Ride, but has since been abandoned in an empty lot for the last 20 years.
The Foot Clan, as I’ve termed the stream’s regulars, don’t care. They see red polish and they love it. I had someone in the chat yesterday who mentioned my unmentionable content, and I gave my standard “the first rule of feet club” reply. Someone else chimed in with “I don’t understand why you’re promoting that shit on a kids’ app”. I made it clear that I’m not promoting anything. I’m streaming while I play a game and chatting with people. I don’t bring it up, and if it’s brought up more than a passing comment, I shut it down. None of it is linked on TikTok; in fact, there are several degrees of separation between those accounts. If someone on TikTok finds my 🔥content🔥, they’re looking for it.
Today is a puttering day. Shawshank put a lot of clothes in the wash. We’re going to Shady Acres this afternoon. Other than that, we’ll chill. The cats are already doing it, why shouldn’t we?
