It’s morning, y’all. I’ve been up, but I’ve been productive. Instead of just laying in bed around 5:15am, angry about the time, I edited the smut I shot yesterday. Both cats came onto the bed to check on us just before Shawshank‘s alarm went off.
Yesterday was long, and Shawshank worked the entire day. He went in for a regular shift, came home for dinner, then returned to handle design night. I did smutty shit after lunch, then streamed some poi, then later chatted and played Skyrim on Tiktok. I’ve been getting trolls in the chat lately, which amuses the shit out of me. I just mute them for 5 minutes, and they get bored. There’s a regular who comes in and seems to think he’s THE MOST IMPORTANT MAN IN THE WORLD, and he got muted yesterday. I googled him, because he’s dumb enough to use his actual name. He’s a very entitled early 20’s kid with a fart/burp fetish and so few social skills he’s bordering on feral.
In fact, he just messaged me 10 minutes ago – roughly 12 hours after I muted him – to tell me I’m rude.
Today is Friday. Shawshank picked up the cat toys in preparation for the vacuum to come out. I’ll spend the morning scheduling posts on the spank-bank, and do “normal people” shit in the afternoon. Tonight is Date Night, so I need to wear real clothes.
LMAO the audacity to being muted!!!
Right? WTF man.