[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | chickadees in the yard ]

Good morning, world. The new week is dawning and it’s fucking gray. The comfortable heat and sunshine have been replaced with 60℉ temps and overcast skies. Three of the local crows are chilling in the front yard, eating some puffed wheat and sunflower seeds.

I had a slow Sunday, while Shawshank was busy as hell at work. I put on “ER” while I put on my makeup, watching 3 episodes and having lunch before setting up the bedroom for a stream. Doctors were stabbed, and I needed to watch the arc play out. Nurse Hathaway had to report private school students for having rainbow party orgies and spreading HPV. I love how these shows are little time capsules of pop culture and fear mongering bullshit of the time.

Work went ok. The room is getting busier, and I’m talking nonstop. I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback from guys, the only negative comments have come from people who want more than I offer. I’ve always run my room in a way that lets everyone talk, but mommy-dommy JOI milf might need to put some emphasis on the dommy and tighten up the rules a bit. I’m also going to redo a lot of my rotating notices before I go back online, so the rules of the game are clear, and maybe adjust my stream goals.

We spent the rest of the night on the couch, relaxing. Shawshank made us breakfast for dinner while we watched day 2 of Summer Slam. I had a bacon and egg and cheese sandwich, which was absolutely delicious. We watched Chelsea Green win a belt. An hour or so after dinner, my body decided “we REEEAALLLY don’t like eggs anymore”, and sent me running to the bathroom. Having expelled my dinner, I took a hot shower and curled up in a slightly hungry ball on the couch.

Shawshank has the day shift again today. I’m going to assume a human form and make men whimper.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | commercials for shows I'll never watch ]

Hello, Sunday. It’s another sunny morning here, and it’s been a nice, quiet one (so far). Mostly. One of the crows is hanging out in the trees around the backdoor.

We made the most of our Saturday off. The day kicked off with a parade through town, because it’s a provincial holiday weekend. Shawshank drove us out to Slightly BiggerTown for groceries, as he’ll be eating dinner at home more than usual. I found some lipsticks at the pharmacy, and Shawshank grabbed vapes. We made one last stop to buy some lunch to bring home. The ride out and back was gorgeous. Lunch was tasty. We skipped the town festival again. It’s not worth the admission charge to get access to a couple of food trucks and a few goats to pet.

Summer Slam starts early in this time zone, so we killed a couple of hours watching Youtube. I opted to play some Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 later, even branching out of sandbox mode for a while and playing with the first scenario. By the time I finished for the night, I managed to complete the first two objectives. We listened to holiday fireworks.

We’re starting the week with day shifts for today and tomorrow, so I’m going to put on my face and get in the bedroom. Shawshank will come home and we’ll watch wrestling.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | Keith Morrison leaning on shit ]

Good morning, world. Happy August. It’s sunny, the cats are fed, the crows are fed, and we’ve been caffeinated. The overnight was ok, maybe a little warmer than my body was happy with, but it is what it is.

Last night was the first stream where I ran with the #joi tag. Traffic wasn’t too bad, it felt like it was a little steadier and my room’s ranking was definitely better than Fridays usually are. It was a long time waiting before I made money, however, which really sucked. One guy stayed for over an hour, pushing two hours, which means

1. he’s fucking cheap
2. I’m a pushover and need to come up with things to say to make them tip, and
3. I probably should add #edging or something to my tags

The guy who stuck around gave the best compliment ever: I feel like this isn’t your first time doing this. Au contraire, bruh. This is all new to me. I don’t say shit to anyone. Not only that, but if I’m not devoting 97% of my energy to paying attention, my mask will slip and the little chaos gremlin will come out and I’ll say something weird/silly/unsexy while you’re jorkin’ it.¹ I made a little money though, and rewarded myself with an Irn Bru and a liverwurst sandwich. Then, I went outside to enjoy some poi. The sun was setting behind the house, the breeze was just enough, and I spent about 45 minutes out there.

We’re planning to enjoy our day off. Shawshank is taking us out to Slightly BiggerTown to grab some necessities and lunch, and tonight is the first night of Summer Slam.

1. Two days ago, in a cam 2 cam with a dude, I let out Rocky Horror’s I see you shiver with antici……… pation and saw him lose a stroke ↩︎

[Current Mood | creative ]

[Listening To | an interview with the Bella twins. I hate the Bella twins. ]

Good morning, world. The heat’s broken and we’re comfortable again. Podrick slept in, only coming up to the bed for a cuddle once I was already awake and checking the overnight news on my phone.

The Thursday shift was productive, and I feel like I leveled up a little. I’ve been making the effort to make eye contact, or at the very least, look at my cam as often as I can. It makes a massive difference in traffic for me, and I need every bit of help I can get with that. I’m also talking nonstop. NONSTOP.

A month ago, I gave up the combination dirt-mall fortune teller psychic hotline shtick: dudes don’t watch witchy unless it’s a big-tiddy goth girl, which isn’t my niche. Instead, I’m learning to harness whatever it is about me that compels them to call me mommy. I’ve been leaning into a mommy-dommy JOI milf vibe over the last couple of weeks, experimenting with ways to gamify it. The last week or so have been ok, and I’ve pretty much worked out the simple, easy “rules” of the game. Yesterday afternoon, I whipped up a new overlay for my OBS, and it worked fabulously. It gave me something to work with as a launching point for my nonstop talking. More importantly, I had fun and made money.

Today is Friday, and Fridays are usually pretty sucky for me. I’m going to do some morning stuff, then get my ass on the bean again.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | fluffy morning news ]

Good morning, y’all. The week rolls on, and we’ve hit Thursday. Podrick woke me while attacking the bedroom window’s screen, earning himself an early morning leg sweep. Aside from that, he was good.

The heat was awful yesterday. It was about 90℉ when I finished setting up the bedroom, but I logged in and made enough to buy a value meal from Wendy’s, if I still had a Wendy’s to feed my spicy chicken bacon Asiago ranch addiction. I had promised myself a post-shift reward: an Irn Bru. Since work sucked, no treats.

I put clothes on, made a sandwich for dinner, then played outside for a while. I couldn’t sit inside when it was so damned nice out. A thunderstorm hit TinyTown – barely – while I’d been working, and the air was still thick, but the sun was shining and the patio was clean enough to keep me barefoot. I enjoyed some spin time, then washed my hair and played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 until Shawshank came home.

Today’s weather is supposed to be less brutal. I’m going to tweak some OBS overlays, fuck with my hashtags, and get online again.