[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | construction noises ]

Good morning, world. We’re still sunny, although I am huddled in a hoodie for the moment. Podrick is watching the small birds breakfasting in the front yard. A fatass chickadee yelled at him. The crows haven’t arrived yet.

My shift went better than Monday’s attempt. I made more than 12 tokens. I opened up the chat again, and within the first hour or so had made most of the money I’d make for the night. I’m having a lot more fun now that I have a solid “show”, even if I don’t show much of anything.

Some guy kept calling me mistress, and I could get used to that. I tortured him for a bit, then logged off entirely at a pivotal moment. I’m pretty sure I made him cry. As a reward for branching out of my comfort zone, I treated myself to an Irn Bru with dinner. I edited a couple of silly clips for Fansly, got them uploaded, and played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 for the rest of the night.

There’s a crew working in town. They have big machinery that’s making noise, and I expect it’ll continue for most of today. The noise didn’t stop until after 7pm yesterday. Thankfully, they don’t start too early. We have the next two days off, and not a lot planned. Shawshank‘s going to bring the vacuum over from Shady Acres, so we can have the floors in an acceptable state before his mom comes over for dinner. I need to put some clothes on to go over as well, as I want to raid her embroidery thread stash.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, y’all. The sun has returned!

I had a shit stream yesterday. I started things a little earlier, since Shawshank was working holiday hours. Both cats were being awful during setup, leaving me in a shitty mood when I actually started the stream. In an attempt to lean into the dommy aspect of my overall vibe, I locked chat to tippers only. I didn’t even super-lock it – the minimum was 1 token – but it was unbearably quiet for me. I’ll unlock it today, and work on my vocal “encouragement” skills instead.

I also modified some of the rotating notices that show up in chat to explain the rules of my game, but the app I use only handles 10 notices, and I feel like half of them don’t pop up. I found a new app that can hold 20 messages this morning, and added some more encouraging notices. I’ve unlocked chat again, and between the open chat and new notices, we’ll see how it goes tonight.

After tonight’s shift, we have two days off. We’re having Shawshank‘s mom over for dinner tomorrow.

[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 ↩︎