[Current Mood | amused ]

[Listening To | those were definitely boos and they were the best boos, big strong men with tears in their eyes saying "sir, those were the best books, the biggest boos" ]

Helloo, world. Today is a gray Tuesday. Looking east, there’s a lot of sun, but it’s nothing but black skies to the west. The cats don’t care, they’re in the doorway sniffing the breeze. I’ve already been outside to toss a handful of puffed wheat to my crow.

We had a nice day off together. Shawshank made us a delicious brunch, and I cooked up some french toast for us. The WWE is in Europe, and due to time zones they went live at noon, so we watched Raw and ate bacon. After the man-fights, I played Civ for a bit. I capped off the evening with a soak in a hot bath for as long as I could. Eventually, I have to crawl out of the tub, annoyed by the fact that I’m sweaty and I’m holding electronics and have to keep drying my hands and head and face and Alexander is building too close to me again.

We’re working for the next few nights. I’m cautiously optimistic that I’ll have a good week. It’s town yard sale weekend, which will be my reward.

[Current Mood | overstimulated ]

[Listening To | Shawshank vs. Podrick ]

Hell, world. It’s Monday. Podrick was heavier than usual and woke up Shawshank earlier than he’d have liked, so we’re up.

Sunday wasn’t too bad. Shawshank left for work, and I assumed a human form and ate a bowl of cereal for lunch. I lollygagged when it came to getting on stream, dealing with a very bleh feeling overall. For the most part, I assumed the feeling was simply the day’s house blend of my ever present minor dehydration, a bowl of dairy, and the vague “don’t wanna work” mindset. I pulled one of the water cups out of the fridge and drank it while I set up the bedroom. By the time I finished with the setup, I felt mostly ok. I got on the bean and made some money. A repeat paying viewer popped in, which was a first. Someone came in while I had the psychic hotline overlays running and said it was the coolest, most interesting vibe he’d ever found in a Chaturbate room.

Shawshank came home with pizza for dinner, and the weather, which had been threatening to rain all day, started to turn nasty. We’d have 3 minutes of rain – big fat drops that hit like bird shit – that always seemed to start falling just as I’d want to go on the patio to smoke. After hours of hearing sporadic rumbles all afternoon, thunderstorm warnings started popping up. Thunderstorm warnings became tornado watches, then warnings as the sun set. Soon we were surrounded by red boxes. The power went out. Shawshank demanded the power come back. It did– for just long enough for him to declare himself a god…

…when it went right back out again. It was just light enough for us to make our way through the house, so we got some snacks and kicked it in the dark for another 45 minutes.

Today is brunch and chores and sitting on the couch. I’m not sure if there will be more wind today.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, netbabies. It’s Sunday, and that means we’re up. The bed was that awful stage of just a hair too warm, which would change to too cold when I would roll over. Podrick snuggled me a few times and was a relatively good baby. While he’s still trying to get under the blackout shades, I only had to use the “sweep the leg” maneuver once.

I watched the black clouds rolling through while I put on my makeup. “Looks like thunderstorms”, I remarked to my empty TikTok chat. “I’m ok with that.” The clouds really started to build up in the afternoon, and thunder rumbled off in the distance. Shawshank left work, picked me up, and we went out to the secondhand shop. We took a quick detour to get pics of the edge of the system.

The clouds ended up being more interesting than the shop. We haven’t found much in there lately. I think most of the town has been stockpiling their donatables for the town yard sale this month– but next month might be amazing in the shop. The weather got worse, and we spent the rest of the evening under orange warnings and on the lookout for thunderstorms and tornadoes.

We’re back to work for the day. Most of my stuff is still somewhat organized, so I’m hoping the setup this afternoon is smooth/quick.

Good morning, world. The weekend is here. Shawshank is at work, Podrick is looking for Pippin, Pippin is sleeping in a clothes pile. I heard the crow outside and tossed some puffed wheat out in the grass for it. I’ve been doing this for almost a week now, bribing it to join my crow army. Yesterday, it landed on the front step railing and cawed at us.

I did my GRWM stream and assumed my human form. I swear, every time I log into TikTok to do a live stream, shit’s changed. Most recently, they’ve changed it so if you’re not “actively engaging” with your viewers, you can’t receive gifts. I made this discovery when I moved the focus off of me and onto Podrick for 5 seconds, resulting in a warning to remain on screen.

I started to set things up for an afternoon Chaturbate stream, but reversed course halfway through. In my experience, I need at least 2 hours before my room starts to gain any traction in the algorithm. I didn’t see any reason to set up and log in, ride the struggle bus the entire time, then log out just as things start to get underway. Instead, I went outside and spun poi for an hour. The weather was perfect for it, with a little bit of breeze and a whole lot of sunshine.

Shawshank is working the morning shift today. I’m going to go on TikTok, do my makeup. We’ll do stuff in the afternoon.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | air leaking from the ISS ]

TGIF y’all. I’m up, Shawshank‘s been up. Podrick‘s been doing cat things all morning, but at 20lbs, cat things sound a lot like dog things. Shawshank was up early and tried to let me sleep, but it wasn’t happening. It doesn’t feel like Friday for some reason, but it is. I’ve checked. Twice.

Yesterday was a clown day. There are times in a girl’s life when she just wants to put on a full face of makeup and be pretty. And there are days when she just wants to say fuck it, shit’s gonna get weird, but at least I look good interesting doing it. I set up most of the bedroom before I sat down to do my face. Setting up things post-face is nerve wracking, worrying about every little thing potentially ruining it.

Aside from flipping the setup schedule, my stream went ok. I was set up, dressed, and logged in around my regular time. I’ve figured out a few comfy positions to sit in that don’t make me look like a fat hairless sphynx. Between comfy seats and my brb screen, handling a full “shift” is easier.

Shawshank is working the day shift today. I’m planning to do a GRWM on TikTok, then set up the bedroom. I’ll spend a couple of hours on the bean to get my hours up. He’ll be home late in the afternoon, and I think I’m in charge of picking out dinner tonight. Fridays are Smackdown nights.