This week is already flying by. 😂😂😂
I had developed this habit of getting up and out of bed at 5am and spending an hour journaling. I set my alarm each night, and I made myself put my feet on the floor and stand up when it went off.
I stopped doing that and instead started sleeping until my body woke up on its own.
The result is I end up staying in bed longer and longer each morning before I finally get up and start my day.
I think it’s time to bring that former habit back.
White people really don’t like it when you call out blatant racism and racist acts.
OK, so the shit is called “The Ides of March, but I am Black as fuck, and I am going to keep calling it the St Ides of March, and y’all will just deal with it.
I went to my regular Starbucks this morning, and my drink was perfect. I have finally figured out my perfect formula: 4 shots of espresso and a splash of steamed vanilla sweet cream.
Hello, Tuesday. I am ready to beat you into submission.
I wrote 0 words yesterday. My brain just wasn’t into it. Here’s hoping today will be more fruitful.
I set an intention today to get more done today than I did yesterday. That includes the number of words I write. The word count to be beat is 1955.
Let’s get it.
We are off to a late start here at the Lioness Den. I didn’t get to sleep until well after 3 a.m., but I’m still determined to make Thursday my bitch though, so here we go.
It happens sometimes. I didn’t think about it when I got up this morning, and by the time I remembered, I was already dressed, and I did not want to change clothes.
As I type this, I am high enough to eat stars as Raji said to me once. Today’s strain is Sour Cherry, which is a blend of Sour Diesel and Cherry Pie. It’s very good. it puts me in creative mode.
I went and picked up breakfast in the Starbucks drive thru. Good morning.
I have been waking up every day listening to soca music first thing in the morning. It puts me in such a good mood for the day. How can you not be happy listening to soca music?
This is a pretty frequent ear worm right now.
Anyway, this is me today.
It’s Wednesday. I didn’t necessarily feel like it, but I got my ass up, said an affirmation in the mirror, and decided I am going to kick Wednesday’s ass.
I’m not wearing pink, but I’m wearing all black, and Wednesday Addams wears all black, so it’s kinda the same thing, right?
It’s supposed to be the beginning of a new work week, but today is President’s Day, and I don’t really feel much like working. I’m going to get stuff done anyway because that’s what I do (and if I don’t write, I don’t eat), but this day felt off from the moment I woke up. Whatever. Let’s get it.
I’ve said before that playing GTA is like playing violent Barbies for me. I have an unlimited supply of outfits to change her into.
Today, I found one of my favorite old school cars for her, and I changed her hair color so the style and color match me in real life.
My GTA character is vain just like me.
Today was uneventful. The end.
I had a fabulous Valentine’s Day.
There are days when I know I look fucking good, and this was one of those days. Thighs out, ass-length braids, fishnet stockings, over-the-knee boots—baby, I was serving.
I saw a show with the burlesque troupe Sweet Spot Nation. They put on an adult variety show, and I was thoroughly entertained. There was a singing guitarist, erotic spoken word, some sensuous sex play (with clothing on, of course)0, and girls shaking titties and ass. There were also two comedy performances, and those were funny too.
If you ever get the opportunity to see them live, I highly recommend it.
There’s a new issue of my newsletter, off the record, out.
This is a follow up to last week’s piece, “I’m ready to be a ‘Soft Black Girl.'” I talk about the process I’m going through right now, dealing with both my depressive episode and the thing that triggered it.
This is where I tell you that if you haven’t already subscribed to my newsletter, you should ASAP.
But there’s more…