It’s Monday. I’m back to posting again, as I’ve managed to resurrect my Chromebook once more. I’ve been spoiled too much with it, and couldn’t be bothered to try to post without it. Between the broken laptop and my own personal mental bullshit, I didn’t feel like doing fucking anything.
Fortunately, nothing ever happens. This is TinyTown. The most exciting thing to happen is someone taking a pic of my hair at the restaurant on Friday night. I streamed a bunch on TikTok. It’s difficult without the laptop, since I can’t read the text in chat on the phone’s screen. I still managed to make $25 or so. We picked apples at Shady Acres yesterday afternoon.
I have a Temu order coming in this week, either today or tomorrow, filled with smutty stuffs. It’s been a long time since I’ve picked up something new, everything else is either thrifted shit or completely starkers. At the moment, I’ve got one pic going nuts – relative to my regular numbers – so I should give the people some content. What am I not going to do? Go on Reddit and ask the creator subreddits dumbass shit about not being labeled as a spammer when you’re obviously doing spammer shit. I really wish I had screenshot the question I saw last week. Someone wanted to use a single model release form for all of her partners and just have them wear masks, because sometimes it’s not convenient to get their paperwork.
Shawshank is working nights all this week. At least the content generation will keep me occupied. And there will be chicken nuggets in the evening.
