The Horrors Persist but So Do I

 Lol, I just remembered the age I’m turning this year, and hold on—let me sit down. Suddenly, my bones are more rickety, my knees have this pain that sort of comes and goes. Guys, we were literally turning 10 just the other day. Remember when someone asked, “How old are you?” and you proudly said, “I’m this many!” —only to realize the number out of your mouth did not match the number on your fingers?! Omg, tears in my eyes, fr. Like… where did the time go? But also-where did the time go??? (Read that in different intonations; you’ll get it. Rapper okk. ) But honestly, I think aging is a privilege. A diva does not die at 21. A diva is eternal. And I used to pray for times like these—well, not exactly these. ( Seated at my desk at work on a cold day when I should be home, in bed, and born into filthy generational wealth with a horse named Pipa ). But I did pray for my 20-somethings , for some kind of liberty and autonomy. And it’s cool, for the most part… Until I need to be put ...

The month of love is literally here , and if your person (or people—we don’t judge) hasn’t said those three little words, eight letters ( if you watched Gossip Girl, you get it. If you didn’t, go watch it, then come back—we’ll wait ), don’t worry. Love isn’t always about spelling it out explicitly. Not for me though. I want to hear it. Spelled out. Clearly. And also the other subtle ways? I want those too. I want it all—I’m greedy like that. And so are you. But since I introduced it already, let’s break it down, mmkay? Different ways to say ‘I love you’ — Did you eat? — How was your day? — Looks into your eyes — What do you think about this? — Are you okay? — Get home safe. — I saved you some. — Let me know when you arrive. — I made your favorite; think fries — I was just thinking about you. — Do you need anything? — Take my jacket. — I remembered. — I got you something. — I’ll handle it, don’t worry. — Rest, I’ve got this. — Be careful. — I listened to that song you sent. — Tell me e...

  #2 Effort-Free Avocado Toast (with Egg) Ingredients 1 ripe avocado 2 slices of bread -toasted if you're feeling fancy 1 egg (poached, fried, or boiled—your vibe, your choice) Salt, pepper, chili flakes, or whatever seasoning screams "chef vibes" Optional: a drizzle of olive oil or a sprinkle of sesame seeds Instructions Mash the avocado with a fork. Season generously (or minimally, if you’re chill like that). Spread the seasoned avocado onto your toast like a pro. Prepare your egg the way you like it: poached for the fancy, fried for the bold, or boiled for the efficient. Place the egg atop the avocado toast. Admire your work—you’re basically a brunch chef. Serving Suggestion Pair with artisanal coffee to channel that café energy. Or stick to water because hydration = glow. Add a pinch of paprika or a splash of hot sauce if you're feeling spicy.

 Looove scrolling on Pinterest. Even as I write this, I’m oscillating between here, there, and Canva. Can you even oscillate between three places, or is that just boring old rotating? Anyways, Pinterest—ugh, you could literally map out your entire life: outfits, career, relationships… Speaking of relationships, either the tarot readers on TikTok are lying, talking about someone I haven’t met yet, or I just need to show up outside with a giant green sign that says, ‘Go, go, go, damn it!’ Boom box vibes, anyone? Sometimes it’s really odd not knowing exactly where you stand with people or situations. I heard about this podcast that's also a book called Let Them . It makes sense, but IDK—it kind of lets them off the hook, and you know me, it’s always about the principle of things. This is definitely word vomit, but honestly, that’s where my head is right now. I didn’t sleep too well last night. What’s that they say about the wicked and rest? Hahaha. I am a victim. Oh, and chat—it’s the...

this was a 2024 draft that I felt some type of way about putting out but well...here it is Chat, play Tasha Cobbs’ “Overflow.” I’m in the office, in tears, because I’ve officially run this song back— checks notes —thrice. And you know how long these songs are. Anyway, what is it with human beings and our obsession with getting anchored? I’d be lying if I said I’m not a believer—very much a church girl. But lately? It hasn’t felt like much. Not even praying as often. Don’t get me wrong—most of what I wanted this year, I’ve achieved. There’s so much to be thankful for, not just materially. I’ve felt more fulfilled in my craft, my family, my relationships—including with myself (though, maybe excluding the whole religion thing). Is being too aware a bad thing? I’ve seen how religion can be weaponized, but I’ve also seen how the oblivious in faith seem... happy. Lmao, Chat, what even is religion? It’s important to note I’m fasting with my church friends right now. Maybe that’s why I’m wond...

 Is it still valid to say that? I don’t think I’ve ever felt this stupidly optimistic about a year before. It’s like I can feel it in my toes—2025 is going to be a good one. 2024? Well… let’s just keep it G-rated and say it wasn’t my best. But I recently read something about being where your feet are, and I’m trying to live by that. Trying to show up, to let the present be enough. I’ve got my list of all the good habits I’m adopting: Drink more water (a classic, but necessary). Speak my mind (even if it wobbles a bit at first). Stretch (I mean, I have a yoga mat now, so obviously, I’m very serious about this). Let things happen and let them —the lesson here is patience. Maybe not write off all self-help books (I’m scared some of them might actually be onto something). Stick to fiction, though—it’s still the superior genre. More homecooked meals, long walks to stay snatched and grounded (emphasis on grounded!). And of course: More margs. More music and great movies (all music is gr...