Hello, bitches. It’s Saturday, it’s sunny outside, the skies are clear and everything. Shawshank just topped up my mug.
I had a pretty tame Friday. I finished the two pairs of white pants: GOAL ACHIEVED. They’re folded up, ready to go into the wash tomorrow. According to Shawshank‘s phone, tomorrow should be nice enough for me to dye them outside. I slapped some watermarks on the most recent batch of smut and uploaded it to Onlyfans, which I’ve been ignoring in favor of Fansly for a variety of reasons that would fill another post.
Since my knee was still slightly sore, I played Skyrim instead of the typical spin time. I haven’t played since the Out of curiosity, I pointed a camera at the TV while I played. Someone watched 50 minutes of Catnip the Brave get the sweetroll knocked out of her by bandits. I will never cease to be impressed with how many people will watch pointless streams on TikTok. I wasn’t even chatting or doing a running commentary. This was nothing more than my usual giggling about dramatic kill cams and mocking my companion.
I think today will be similar. I’ll get dressed and become human, at the very least.
