Hello, world. Happy morning. Happy September. We’re up and caffeine-maxxing. The last two days of overcast skies and wind have passed, the sun is out. The crows are back in the yard.

I had a good Monday. Pippin was super needy and snuggly, so I showed her some love while setting up the bedroom. We cuddled on the bed for about 15 minutes, until I decided I needed to absolutely finish up and log in. Shawshank has Friday off, giving me a li’l extra data to play with for the week, so I streamed on the good connection. I still throttle my output, but it’s definitely better than the house internet. I took a quick break and hour in, smoked my face off, then got back online. It wasn’t a bad night. The goons love a tight tank top.

I logged out, microwaved myself some dinner, then played some “Fable” until Shawshank came home. I’m not doing well.

We have today off. Shawshank says it’s laundry day, meaning I need to put on real clothes. We’ll be dealing with the new console collection as well. We plan to clear out the entertainment center’s drawers and fill them with the “new” games and controllers. The secondhand shop is open in the afternoon, and we’ll head out to check out their game selection later.

I hear a cat in one of the game boxes right now.

Good morning, world. It’s Monday, prepare yourself for the new week.

I ran another bullshit #GRWM on TikTok yesterday morning. About 10 minutes into it, I realized I’ve started doing the same nonstop yapping I do on Chaturbate. I guess it makes sense; if I’m not putting on makeup, my TikTok streams were usually me trash talking Skyrim NPCs. I’ve just learned to fill the void better. Or worse, depending on what you think about the topics of my yapping.

After TikTok, I had lunch, then set up the bedroom and got onto the bean. It wasn’t too bad, the chat was steady enough that I wasn’t chomping at the bit to take breaks. I didn’t make a lot, but I made something. Anything is better than nothing. I planned to stay online for longer than I did, but my phone blasted a tornado alert. While I debated staying on for longer, Shawshank sent me a pic of the funnel clouds forming just outside of town. I opted to shut down instead, bringing the cats into the bedroom with me.

Once I’d reset the bedroom – 3 tornado alerts later – I ran outside to move my sunflowers closer to the house. I smoked a bowl and told Shawshank I was handling the warnings “Florida style”, then loaded up “Fable” and played until he came home from work.

We’re working tonight as well. According to the forecast, we can expect more rain and wind today. I’m going to phase into my hawt bitch form and see if I can make anything tonight. Tomorrow is our day off.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | Bill Nye talking space ]

Good morning, foggy world.

I hopped on TikTok to put on makeup, the standard #GRWM bullshit. I don’t think I made any coins… probably not. TikTok has changed so much about their live stream system and its payment tiers that I stopped caring last year. Then I grabbed the largest controller I’ve held in 20+ years, popped a CD in the Xbox, and played about 2 hours worth of “Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones”. PrincePop is currently stuck, right where I logged out. Shawshank came home from work and started playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 on the Switch, but couldn’t concentrate on it. He handed me the Xbox controller and I started “Fable: The Lost Chapters“.

A little while later, when his attention span was better, Shawshank propped the Switch up on its little leg and built some parks.

And that’s how it went until dinner.

Today will be similar. He’s working the whole day. I’m going to set up most of the bedroom, put my hair in curlers, and do another TikTok stream. Once I’m in human form, I’ll log in to Chaturbate and see how I can finish the month.

[Current Mood | adhd tornado ]

Good morning, world. The cats and I are up and about. Pippin is slinking around the house, Podrick is in a doorway, and I’m listening to the extra loud cricket that’s screaming outside. I woke up early, checked the clock and made sure Shawshank was up. He wasn’t in bed, so I stretched out like the starfish I was born to be, reset my sounds, and went back to sleep. Now I’m up, thinking I should make another coffee. Podrick, needing to be the main character at all times, just threw up.

My Friday went ok. I was ready to go online about half an hour earlier than I’ve been managing lately, which was good. Unfortunately, I think I picked the wrong outfit, because my traffic sucked. Shit was slow, y’all.

Since Shawshank will be home around lunchtime, I’m taking today off. I’m going to smoke, put the vape on the charger, pop onto TikTok for a little bit while I do makeup for no reason, listen to my music, and maybe start “Fable“.

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.