Good morning, world. Things are gray here in TinyTown, with overcast skies and drizzle. And thunder. Podrick had a “good boy” morning, and let everyone sleep in today.

The day off was nice. We only had one item on the agenda for the day, and that was a drive over to Shady Acres to move things out of the basement. There’s a few larger items down there that we’re leaving alone for the time being, but we took a bunch of boxes of things out and loaded them into the truck.

By the time we finished loading up, it was lunch time. We hit up a free cookout on the way home, put on by a cable company upgrading the lines in town, promoting new deals. The deals looked good – so much faster than what we currently have, for sure – but I think we’re locked in to the plan we have. We left the cookout and hit up a food truck visiting town as well, the free lunch turned into a $30 lunch, and Shawshank bought me my first Beavertail for dessert.

Shawshank fired up Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and I sat down to poke through the camera bag. It’s a lovely camera, but it’s a proper camera. I’m used to one lens: no fuss, pop off the lens cap, autofocus, and snap. The Canon (an Eos Rebel T3) is/was a grownup camera. I feel inadequate. I experimented with it a little, snapping a bunch of terrible pics outside with it, and some pics of the cats. I’d post them as well, but we don’t have anything that can accept that memory card.

It’s Friday, and another work night. We’ll start with a shower, then figure out shit out for the rest of the morning.

[Current Mood | amused ]

[Listening To | closing arguments ]

Good morning, Thursday. It’s another day. I let Shawshank sleep this morning, since Podrick didn’t. Shawshank put an arm around me, and Podrick promptly laid on it.

I had another night in the bean. One of the now-regular broke guys complained he can only find me if he uses a VPN, claiming I’m restricting everyone outside of North America. I have a few countries blocked, but definitely not everything outside of North America. In fact, I checked my settings this morning and I have less than I thought blocked.

Whatever vibe I was putting out last night brought me a lot of submissive dudes, much to my surprise and amusement. I’m not a domme by any means, but I guess my attitude brought in some new clientele who really liked the cut of my jib. One wanted something I don’t offer – SPH (small penis humiliation) – which I don’t have on the menu. As a child of the 90’s, my brain refuses to let go of the lyrics of Gillette’s “Short Dick Man”, and it takes work to not use them. Another reason is I’m a terrible actress, and being convincingly mean “for fun” isn’t really in my skill set.

But, I improvised some off the cuff SPH within my regular JOI stuff, and the dude loved it.

We have today off. We’re going to get dressed and go out to Shady Acres to move some boxes, and Shawshank‘s going to build some coasters.

[Current Mood | annoyed ]

Good morning, world. We’re up and about and watching news programs, as usual. The world is burning. The earth wants to shake us off like fleas. The universe took Dolly, then sent a flood.

Yesterday was just bad all around. I put my hair up with my locs in old-school “pony falls”. When I thought I looked cute enough, I set up the bedroom, and logged on. I’m chatting, playing my edge game with two broke ass boys and a handful of anonymous watchers. An hour later, I realized that the browser extension that bridges the gap between my toys and their tips wasn’t working. Why didn’t I notice it earlier? Well now, that’s easy to answer– no one was fucking tipping me.

I logged out for 15 minutes to update the browser extension. Since it’s adult in nature, I need to hunt down the link to download the extension when it dies, unzip it, remove the old plugin, and install the new one. That’s fine, whatevs and all, I get it. Shit wouldn’t take nearly as long if they just fucking saved my tip rules when they push out these updates. Instead, I have to sit there with two tabs open in a split screen to try to copy tip responses for a dozen different tip ranges and patterns.

I almost didn’t log back in, but figured the update was the worst of it. I went live for another hour or so, then logged off and took a longer break. My hair was hurting, so I took that down, and smoked again. I went back about 20 minutes later, and stuck it out for about an hour, then gave up.

I made dinner for me and the cats, then loaded up Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 to work on Shawshank‘s challenge: a coaster that went through a mountain. After a small amount of prep, an hour of experimenting with track, and a minimal amount of fine tuning some terrain, I had a fucking amazing coaster. It was wonderful. My peeps loved it.

Then, instead of hitting “SAVE GAME”, I chose “LOAD GAME” instead, and lost the last two hours of progress, including the coaster.

Today is Wednesday. I’m going to get into hawt girl mode, and get back on the air. We have tomorrow off.

[Current Mood | amused ]

Morning, y’all. Happy Tuesday. Shit’s gray out there today. I’m not sure what the forecast has in store for us, but I’ll take dim gray light, provided it doesn’t come along with 85% humidity. Since that’s not really a risk here, I think I’ll be fine.

I had a shitty Monday shift. On one hand, I made a quarter. On the other hand, I didn’t get my tits out, because fuck all that noise. I bought stuff while we were out shopping – the “extra purchase” I mentioned the other day. After testing the last experimental tweaks to my game the other day, working out a couple of bugs in the OBS macros, I finalized shit just a wee bit before I went live yesterday. HOLY SHIT. Game changer, no pun in tended. It made things hella fun for me.

I had a couple of broke dudes chatting/playing in my stream and I took a break for a couple of minutes for a bit of bathroom and bong rips. I needed to pee, but also, the breaks are an easy way to get the brokies to leave without being a bitch to them. Was that the case? Nope. These two guys chatted about me. I told Shawshank it was like I got to experience “it’s just locker room talk” in the real world. They were casually saying the thirstiest, horniest shit I’ve had said about me in a long time, and I couldn’t stop laughing about it. I took screenshots, but they’re filthy.

Back to work today. We’ll have lunch and I’ll set the room up and get back on the bean.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | the world is burning ]

It’s a new week, bitches. We have sunlight, and prairie breezes, and caffeine.

Shawshank played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 while I wrote yesterday’s post. I got dressed, and we left the house for a little while, pointing the truck towards Slightly BiggerTown and adult responsibilities. Sundays are nice for shopping: if we get there early enough, the grocery store is empty because the church crowd is otherwise occupied. We made the rounds, hitting the discount shop and groceries, before we rounded out the excursion with a visit to the dispo and lunch to go. The afternoon had barely started when we returned home, so Shawshank grabbed the controller and worked on his park some more.

Just before dinner, he realized we’d forgotten to do laundry. Ooops. Into the washer it went.

We’re gearing up for a busy stretch of work shifts, with no real “weekend” for a couple of weeks. We’ll make it.