TGIF, y’all. We’re up. Sir Podrick the Fatass knocked a shelf full of bathroom stuff down, waking Shawshank. He got out of bed and started the coffee while I replaced the box’s contents.
Yesterday was ridiculously slow on Chaturbate, even with the riff-raff being allowed to talk. I use the peanut gallery to keep yapping, but I refuse to give them any wank ammo. They get a flirty volley or two, but after that, shit’s getting weird. I’m going full Bloodninja and saying whatever the fuck I want.
“The lip syncing never stops. If you can’t handle fucking me while I lip sync to ‘Cotton Eye Joe’, then you don’t deserve me”
Cheese didn’t make another appearance, but I think he might have had to work1. I was ok with that– that boy was a lot of work. In the end, I stuck it out for 5 hours, kept my top on, and made $7. I put on a sweater and some leggings and hit up TikTok for an hour or so. Podrick joined me for a few minutes, needing attention after being locked away while I was in the bedroom. One of my TikTok regulars asked me which cat he was. The last time Pod was in a live stream he was half his current butterball size. I played Balatro while Pippin and Pod chased each other around.
Fridays are terrible for me on Chaturbate, and I’m not looking forward to tonight’s shift. I’m going to wear something cute, set a low goal to lose my top, and make the site regret approving my account.
- things like schedules were discussed prior to finding out about his weak genetics ↩︎
