[Current Mood | brain fog ]

[Listening To | news fluff ]

Allo, world. Happy Wednesday. We’re up, and doing adult human things: sitting on the couch, watching/listening/absorbing news programmings and drinking coffee.

We were productive yesterday. Shawshank pulled the houseplants out to the patio to pick all the dead leaves off things and swapped some pots. Laundry was dealt with. I scrolled through my phone and laptop while Shawshank played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and read him posts from models who really need to get out of the biz because they’re totally the type to go to a second location.

The secondhand shop was open in the afternoon. Shawshank cleared out one of the shelves, packing the books up for donation. He left one shelf open for cat access. We made a detour to Shady Acres to pick up the leftovers from last month’s yard sale, then emptied everything into the secondhand shop’s donation shed. I hadn’t even entered the actual shop before I was leaving with something: a small 1960’s Melmac sugar bowl and creamer set that someone had stuck in the “FREE” shelf. Shawshank snagged a fluffy towel for the cat shelf, and I found a bra and two decks of cards.

YOINK.

Since everything that needed to be done was dealt with yesterday, today is a sloth day. Shawshank is going to make brunch for us, I might deal with some promo stuff on fansly, and my only real goal is to do my nails.

[Current Mood | accomplished ]

[Listening To | last night's episode of WWE Raw ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning, but it’s sunny and warm enough to have at least one door open for the cats right now. Podrick was good enough to let Shawshank sleep until 8am. On the other hand, I, being the cat-momma, was the recipient of several snuggle attacks overnight. The headbutts have been very aggressive lately.

My bird seed sunflowers spent the last couple of days growing like mad. One of them has had a visible “head” for a week now. The second one’s head popped out yesterday. They’re both taking their sweet time blooming.

I had one of those shifts yesterday. It was ridiculously slow all afternoon. The big tipper was back, but he was broke¹ and just took advantage of the free banter. The annoying squealing noise was back, the one I thought was a truck. It turned out to be my aurora light. The mechanism that makes the light shimmer already emits a grinding noise all the time, however, the screech is new. I took a second break, and considered logging off because of the noise and how quiet my traffic was. Unlike a work truck, though, I actually have some control over the situation. I took a break, smoking enough to put me in a very personable mood, slapped the light around until it stopped screaming, then got back on the bean. The next hour netted me about $44. I logged out and made the unsexiest of dinners: a liverwurst sandwich.

We have the next two days off. I want to go up to the secondhand shop and look for treasures and junk.

1. I sort my viewer list by how many tokens they have in their wallets, so I get a rough idea of whether the people marked as big spenders are in a position to spend big. ↩︎

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | news programs ]

Good morning, world, it’s another Monday. The sun’s out, the doors are open, and we’re looking at a mild day ahead of us. Each cat has taken up guard posts by a door, watching over the world.

I streamed twice yesterday, starting off on TikTok to put on makeup and talk wrestling, before moving onto Chaturbate after lunch. The guy that spent a lot of tokens on me the other day was back, asking “are you ready to drain me again?” I was more than willing, but he wasn’t into tipping this time around. I’m not into edging these dudes for free, so I ended up logging out in favor of hydration, cats, and coasters.

While my initial mountainous park with its underground coaster was a failure that I closed out of, I had saved the park prior to trying to make the coaster. I loaded the empty grounds and made another go at it, this time tunneling through smaller chunks of the mountain rather than going under everything. Things look ok, but I kinda hate my monorail and might rip it out.

Today is the last day of our work week, Shawshank has the next two days off. I’m going to have a good night, because I’m going to make it good. The thrift shop is open tomorrow.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, world. Sunday morning is sunny, and filled with impatient cawwing. The army has arrived, and has demanded wheatypuffs. Podrick was a shit all night, attacking the screen. We’d pull him off the screen and he’d come sit on one of my pillows and poke until I rolled onto my back so he could lay on my chest. Shawshank says he’ll take the screen out once we close that window for the season.

I did absolute fuck all last night. Shawshank left for work, and I grabbed a controller and played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 all fucking day. I messed with the park I started a couple of days ago, and eventually decided I didn’t want to do much more than play with scenery and terrain.

I experimented with a park that had a big lake, then decided I didn’t like how much space the lake took up and started a new park. I made a second park, this time with a big mountain, with the intention of making a giant coaster that went around the mountain and underground. This was too ambitious and frustrating, and I ditched that park as well¹. My third new park skipped the mountain coaster entirely, and I stuck with that for the rest of the afternoon/evening.

Shawshank‘s working the full day. My toy is on the charger, I’m going to put on some makeup and get onto the bean for a few hours. We’re having pizza tonight, and we’re both looking forward to it.

1. I really liked that mountain, and think I saved the file before I started the coaster, so I might give it another shot later. ↩︎

[Current Mood | accomplished ]

[Listening To | news ]

It’s been a morning. Podrick started super early – we’d only been in bed for 45 minutes when he woke us up the first time. To make it worse, he kept it going through the night. I don’t remember if he woke us at all after the first time, but I know he was definitely doing bullshit things around 4am.

Surprisingly, against all odds, I had a wicked good Friday shift. As usual, it was a very slow start. Normally, I take breaks every 90 minutes, but it was deaddeadDEAD and I needed enrichment in my enclosure after merely an hour. I took a quick break to pack the bong and do a proper bong hit (maybe two, maybe three), peed, and went back to work. A work crew showed up outside the house shortly after I sat back down. They’re upgrading the lines in the town to fiber, and doing shit in the yard that involved some machine that sounds like Freddy Krueger fingerbanging a chalk board. I suffered through it for about 15-20 minutes, and said the magic words: I’m sorry, this is fucking bullshit, I’ll come back when the crew is gone.

Then a guy tipped 22 tokens, and I joked about how I couldn’t leave. An hour later, I had $111. I took a break, but my ranking kept going down, and I decided I’d rather eat dinner instead. I rewarded myself with the last can of Irn Bru.

Shawshank is closing tonight. I was going to take the night off and do my nails instead, but I’m undecided still. I could work tonight and take tomorrow off, but I think that’s a bad idea. Saturday nights are one of the busiest times on Chaturbate and I can’t compete with that many models, and Sundays are historically better for me.