Nothing really happens. Like always. And no real reason for the stream to be deleted. She took some edibles and smokes from a bong often. Her lungs don't tolerate it too well, so she wastes it by not inhaling.
Dumping a whole box of hair fibers all over herself and everywhere around her might have been the one notable moment of this stream, 5 minutes in. Of course she doesn't clean up.
She has unblocked nearly everybody now.
She (31:00) says she didn't do powder for a month now. Doubt it.
The cat is getting assaulted within the hairsoot. He needs to be groomed she says. Of course she doesn't and won't groom him. Poor thing. But grooming herself at 3 am is possible.
She talks about having made some appointments. Actually they called her to follow up or something. Doubt any of that.
She sings random lines from songs throughout. Oof this is only the first hour.
Praises the Nashville chicken. Asks her viewers if she did edibles yet. Didn't keep up with Amber. She's hongry now. (55:00) She's getting her 2nd vaccine. She talked to Shannon on the phone.
He is not a crackhead because they did coke. She doesn't want to talk about him, it puts her in a bad mood. She doesn't want to air all the details of their relationship online. He's still a human being.
She doesn't do tit for tat, because she has a certain set of morals she likes to abide by, she says. Interesting interpretation of what she thinks she does versus what she really does.
She "did a little bit of research about things she talked with FFG about". She keeps that vague. She is trying so hard to keep things private. Yawn. She got the impression FFG cares.
Back to talking about food, everything is closed now. Always a good topic to engage in with her chat without talking about anything.
What she ate with "Dom's". So delicious. He doesn't eat her olives. She loves rice.
Someone seems to have talked about having ended a relationship in chat. She is so sorry for them. Oh and it's so hard not to go back. Get rid of anything that reminds her of him. She wants to do videos again. Again.
The cats missed her. It could just be a blessing (to have allegedly ended her relationship). She's such a huge believer. Love is pain. Emotionally she hasn't processed. Sigh. You'll get through it, you have to grieve, she hates to grieve.
Chocolate. M&M's. Kitkat. Pee! (1hr32) Pee! Yawn. She wants to go to bed and then wake up and have a Nashi. She lays down and wants Nashies. (lots of incoherent babbling) Then she feels sick. Laying in bed, she thinks she wants to go to bed. Some people are still blocked.
She needs to whiten her teeth. She's hungry. She's okay, just hungry. She licks her eyeliner off with her finger. She loves Forrest Gump. (more babbling about films and nosepicking occurs)
Pee! Pee! I need a snack! I need his M&M's! She's so lazy, she doesn't even want to go in there. But she gets up, knocks. Pee! Are you okay? Can I come in? The cat gets a treat. Chantal asks for his M&M's. He complies. She giggles. He takes the bag of sweets back. Sorry for the chomping. (2hrs) Back to her room. "If I have to. Of course you fucking have to" she mumbles.
Now she wants waffles. There are 28 grams of different strains of weed ground up in that package. To smoke in the water bong. Good strains. "THC has been such a big part in coming of harder stuff. Like, I just, ah, it has the complete opposite effect as an upper, just like, it helps." Otherwise she would just have an anxiety attack. Hits the bong. Cough cough. Removes make-up with a wipe. Hits the bong.
"I have a buffalo head. A buffalo. That's how I feel." Hits the bong. "So yeah. I have a lot of weed." Summer, she wants to go hike. Nashies. Cough. How she some days doesn't need to eat as much. Nashies. "I think I'm afraid of commitments." More food talk. Burger King is underrated. And so on. Impossible whopper. Two Nashies is like 1400 calories. Yawn. The end.
