Good morning, world. It’s the Great American Blow Your Fingers Off day. Huzzah. There are boats on TV.

I had a typical Friday night: it was fucking slow on CB. I stuck it out for about 4 hours or so, that was long enough to meet some goals and get my tits out (once), but that was about it. I’d considered the pasties, but I want to make sure I don’t have a reaction to the adhesive first; the last thing I need is to look like I’ve dipped my nips in a fry-o-later. I’m dreading tonight. It’s a holiday, and traffic tends to be slower on holidays. As someone who already hangs out in the lower half of the rankings, my room is usually dead anyway. On the other hand, due to Shawshank‘s schedule, I don’t think I’ve ever streamed on a Saturday night. I might just get lucky.

I’m still enjoying building my little amusement parks on the Switch. Sandbox mode is perfect. Oh, I put all the rides in this park on top of each other and now I can’t see anything because I have a coaster zipping over three kiddy rides, landscaping, multiple stalls, and paths? WHAT PARK? I don’t see no park.

We’ll see how the day goes. I’ll set up, get ready, log in, and make some money. I’m going to do my best Jennifer Coolidge impression and talk about hot dogs.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | I'm tired of hearing about Taylor Swift's festival of excess ]

TGIF, world. It’s a wet Friday morning in TinyTown. The crows have already shrieked their breakfast demands, and the daddy-squirrel (Bruce) is struggling to get the last of the seed out of the feeder in the front yard. I think this might be the last of the wetter weather for us. We’re supposed to warm up this weekend, but for now, it’s fucking raining.

I had a boring shift. I had a few people who came in and tipped, but I mostly had horny people who want to see free boobs on someone else’s dime. My little game is going ok, it keeps me talking, which looks good to The Algorithm. I stayed for a few hours, made a little money, and logged out. In an effort to get more attention, I’m going to try wearing pasties tonight. Maybe. Maybe I’ll forego pasties entirely and just whip my titties out. FREE THE NIPPLES!!! WE WILL NOT BE CONTAINED!!!

A light up mic on Temu eventually called to me, and I ordered one to step up my stream’s audio. If I’m talking more – and I am, because it’s hella fun – I need to be heard. I don’t expect it to be studio quality, but it probably will be better than just speaking into the void of my bedroom.

Let’s get Friday started. I wanna make some money tonight, and I need to look good to do so.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | birds so many birds OMG THERE ARE SO MANY BIRDS ]

It’s muggy. I feel muggy. I woke up muggy and it hasn’t let up. THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR HYDRATING.

We had a nice day off. Our intention was to have brunch and not leave the house. A lack of eggs meant we ended up having beans and hot dogs for lunch, and Shawshank went to Shady Acres to move a wheelchair into the truck. When I heard squawking, I went outside to throw puffed wheat to Edgar Allen Crow.

I spent the entire afternoon/evening playing “Roller Coaster Tycoon 3“, which I picked up a couple of days ago. It was on sale, and it scratches my “I wanna build shit” itch. Logically, it made sense: instead of trying to fuck with Civ‘s game options to make it play like a sandbox “Sim City“, maybe just buy a fucking proper sim in the first place. Do I want to make Rocky Point, one of my favorite places in the world as a kid? Absolutely. But will I?

We’re both back to work today. Thankfully, we’re not in the massive heat zone that’s affecting the rest of this fucking land mass, and if we were, well, it’s not like I’m suffocating in a stifling polyester uniform. According to the forecast, we shouldn’t expect sunshine until, fittingly, Sunday.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | Canada Day stuff ]

Yo, VIP. It’s Wednesday. I’m up, sitting on the couch, watching a weather segment on the news that promises half the United States is going to burn up by the week’s end. I woke up entirely too early, too hot, and too damp. Podrick snuggled me a few times, letting me sleep between visits. I got up because I needed to, did what I needed, then got coffee going. Shawshank, at the time I type this, is still in bed.

Yesterday was a nice day. Shawshank had a morning appointment to go to, followed by a visit to Shady Acres for tech support. He returned home with their vacuum. We pulled all the cat things out of the living room and did the carpet. Since his mom was coming for dinner, he moved The Bean out of the bedroom for me to sit on.

While he was out, I closed up the back and declared my bee project officially finished. It turned out nicely. I didn’t waste much time moving on. After a little back and forth – do the next bee kit, or skip the last kit and move on to the larger one I made – Shawshank said “do the big hoop”. While it’s not THE BIG HOOP, it’s big enough. It’s a 10″ hoop, and that’s large enough to hold, thanks. Shawshank spent the rest of the afternoon playing video games, while I did internet shit.

The afternoon dragged on, until it was time to pick up his mother and bring her over for dinner. It’s a whole new thing to have cats who are social, as both cats ran to the door and checked her out before she could even get into the kitchen. She sat on the couch and played with Podrick, dangling her cane’s wrist strap over his head. Pod responded by giving her a thorough sniff-inspection. Shawshank prepped a salad and cooked up some veal cutlets and rice, while I made a pot of Japanese curry.

We have another day off. It’s raining, which doesn’t matter since we don’t plan on really leaving the house today¹. Shawshank is going to make us brunch, and burgers for dinner. We’ll consider everything in between to be self care.

1. he’s going to Shady Acres to move something out of the truck, and that’s about it. ↩︎

[Current Mood | cranky ]

[Listening To | Claudio and birds. so many birds. ]

Good morning, y’all. It’s still early, and the birds are in full numbers in the front yard. The cats are moving between the front window and the back door, watching birds and TinyTown‘s happenings.

My Monday shift sucked, but Monday streams seem to always suck for me. I have no idea why. I seemed to have some steady traffic– not as much as Sunday afternoon, but better than it has been. I’m still trying to find a good line between keeping the room engaged and giving away too much for free.

I stuck it out for almost 3 hours, giving up when my anxiety spiked. Shawshank‘s mom was going out to kill time during a house showing, and Podrick was knocking things about, and I was panicking at the prospect of being interrupted by either of them. I fed us all, then played some “Civ” until Shawshank came home.

We watched wrestling and ate junk food. I finished my latest project, washed the template’s ink out in the sink, and hung it up to dry. It turned out nice. The kit was missing the lavender thread it was supposed to come with, so I replaced it with dark pink instead. It probably looks better now.

We’re going to spend some of the morning puttering. Shawshank‘s going over to Shady Acres to fix something and borrow their vacuum, and then declutter and tidy up a bit. We’re having his mom over to have dinner with us tonight.