[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.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | I don't know why he's making a deal, that man was with me all day ]

Good morning, y’all. We’re up, and it’s raining, the coffee is flowing, and Shawshank is paying bills. The farmers will be happy, and so will my sunflowers. These are the perfect size – knee height right now, but who knows how big their heads are. I’d love to do a whole plot of them in the back patio area.

I had another shitty shift. I made some money, but I’d have liked to have made more. The same dude who told me how much he was “swimming in precum” the other day returned, complaining I was playing the same game. Dude, you came back. Don’t whine to me about your mommy issues, ask yourself what brought you back.

I spent the rest of the evening making a new park in Roller Coaster Tycoon 3, because of course I did. I have four entrances, and three rides: a coaster, a monorail, and a skyliner cable. No one in the park is happy, but hey, my fountain and stations look nice.

The end of the week is usually shitty for me. I never know what I can expect on a Friday. It could be a nice night, and it could be a night where I sit there, bored and talking to an empty room. All I can do is get on the bean, into jiggle-dispenser mode, and hope for the best. I’ll wear something that’s barely qualified as a garment and see what Friday gives me.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, y’all. Since I forgot to charge my sleep-buds, I had to rawdog sleep last night. I hit play, heard about 10 seconds of the first song, and promptly fell asleep, rendering the whole problem moot. We woke up under cloudy skies. Podrick was very cuddly, visiting me a few times to check for signs of life and to be snuggled. The crows are in the yard, Shawshank thinks the noisy one is up on the roof.

We enjoyed a nice, lazy Wednesday off. I raided the closet to see what color dyes I had in the closet, grabbed two open and one full bottle of color, and retreated to the bathroom to see if it was enough to do my whole head. Properly slathered, I sat around for most of the day with a shopping bag on my head, tying it down with a bandana. Shawshank dealt with some truck stuff in the morning, then played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 for the rest of the day. He made a lake for some water shows and a flume and filled the park with trains and trams. I made up some personal pizzas on some naan for lunch: buffalo chicken.

At dinner time, we swapped. I grabbed the controller and Shawshank made dinner for us. We feasted on melty cheeseburgers and fries. He did the dishes, then set up a bubble bath for me. I brought the switch into the bathroom and played with my own coasters for an hour or so. I built a large station, destroying it in the end because it looked like a block of condos.

Today starts a long work week for us: five in a row. I have fresh hair, let’s see what I can do today.

[Current Mood | accomplished ]

[Listening To | news and shit ]

It’s Wednesday, my dudes. I opened the curtains this morning and found three crows in the front yard. Podrick was a bit of an ass this morning, so I was out of bed before Shawshank. He dealt with him in the early morning, I heard him up and about, swearing, at least twice.

I had a nice shift. I understand how silly that sounds – I’m a hoe, doing hoe things, what’s “nice” about that? The stream wasn’t super dead, the bean was comfy, and I made some money. Things started off with me kicking someone out of the room pretty early. No greeting, nothing, just entered chat and immediately demanded I send him a private message. Not only do I not have the attention span for managing private messages, but I refuse to deal with that type of dude¹ in general. I run a bot that will auto reply to PM requests with “Sorry, no, put it in a tip note if you want to tell me a secret 🩷”. More often than not, I’ll also audibly reply as well, and last night replied along the lines of “nope, don’t think I will”.

I didn’t give him another thought until he decided to offer up his stunningly important opinion, “if you’re sitting in here watching this dumb card game, just know there’s plenty of free tits and pussy in other rooms”. One of the greatest joys of girl bossing is being able to import and use a tiny portion of Samuel L. Jackson’s aura at will, and I shot him down with “I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOU A GOTDAMMED THING” while I kicked him from the room.

There are no suggestions in my room, only directions. And the only one giving those directions is me.

When I logged off, I edited a couple of the highlight reels and sat in the bedroom while they uploaded to Fansly. When I finally emerged, I fed the cats, made dinner, and tried unsuccessfully to make a roller coaster in a tight spot.

We have today off. The world looks a little gray out there, but we don’t have anything major to do. We’re making plans to cut Pippin‘s nails, and I’ll probably dye my hair and give myself a manicure. Cheeseburgers will cap off the evening.

1. going from room to room, demanding PMs, thinking the 1 token they keep in their wallet means unlimited chatting ↩︎

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | my crow army has arrived ]

Good morning, y’all. The morning is here, and we’re up. I can’t say when I first woke up– it was dark, and I was annoyed to be awake. I’ve been medicating for the last couple of weeks, and it seems to have stopped me from transforming into a furnace in the middle of the night. I might not be waking up in the wee hours, boiling in my own skin, but Podrick started early enough to make it not matter.

I curled my hair and started the week with a bean stream. Shawshank worked in the afternoon, and I set the bedroom up when he left. Setting up is annoying to me, much like winding bobbins and making my bed, I hate doing things that are going to be undone. I’m usually going in six direct directions, side questing. I have a bunch of stream gear in a milk crate, but I move some tech out of the living room on work days.

I streamed for less time than I wanted. SaskTel sent a text at some point during the stream to warn me about my data usage. I’ll have to start paying attention to that for the next week or two, until the billing cycle rolls over. I forgot to buy a couple of decks of cards while we were out this weekend. The deck I’m using is perfectly usable, but it’s definitely feeling soft, if that makes sense. I feel like it’s a couple of dozen shuffles away from collapse. Aside from data worries and flaccid decks, the night went ok. I found a new app that lets me set one or two hashtags to always use and rotate through a couple of “floating” tags, and it seems to be ok so far. I’m still enjoying the mommy-dommy JOI milf act a lot. I wouldn’t go so far as to say “this is my niche, this is who I am”, but it’s way more fun than I thought I would be having.

Today will be pretty much the same. I’m not curling my hair, but I will be on the bean for a full shift. And if I make the full shift, I plan to reward myself with an Irn Bru and some mac and cheese. We have tomorrow off, and I’m not sure what’s in store for us.