slept so much better last night. sigh.

i will never not be curious about how #IvyPark was selling out in less than a damn day……. but i never see anybody wearing it.

i hate the sound of sports b/c the volume & intensity fluctuate randomly. finally figured out i hate basketball the most b/c (in addition to them damn shoe squeaks), the sound so constant. there’s no breaks. they just running back & forth & the plays happen so fast that there are no breaks in sound.

i swear, since i ain’t got no voice, i’ma have to speak with these hands. husband keeps talking to me & then he be like “you heard me?” & when i tell him i responded, his ass keep saying “well, i ain’t hear that.” nigga! the best i got is an aggressive whisper. what you want from me?!?

i still keep going to talk and remembering it ain’t finna happen. which is hilarious because the thing i was gonna exclaim about was this lady on tv who had a fucked up sore throat voice.

what y’all watching? i can’t decide.

am i the only one who feels extra loved when you ask bae for a password and it’s your name or birthday or something? like you set this without knowing that i would ever see it. you really be thinkin’ ‘bout me, huh?

where was #TheGoodWitch getting all these witchy ass garments? they got a catalog for that kinda thing? online shop?

i know we was wishing for summer to end but it feels like we jumped too far. standing out here with this dog in this 45° weather and ion’t like it. my arms cold under this indoor cardigan, my ears cold. nawl.

i haven’t tried to talk yet this morning cause i don’t wanna go to speak and find out i still can’t.

faith reckless ass woulda died. cause even if she survived all the vampires (and that’s if…), them demons & shit woulda got her b/c she never wanted to wait for the research and she woulda been like “smash the amulet he came out of!” and it woulda been “putting them back in is the only way!” #Buffy

i keep forgetting i lost my voice until i go to say something. fussing at the tv like “oh yeah.”

i really be living my best life with this WFH. up in my snuggie, with my cords all kept in they lil’ basket and my laptop in its basket and my wireless keyboard and mouse and my clamp on cup holder and my acrylic phone stand and my snackle boxes full of salty and sweet snacks.

i say this every year. if UGG want them a small slice of that croc money, they need to team up and start making some Crocs x UGG jawns with the fuzzy lining. and if croc say no, then you start making “clog liners.” they won’t sell but so many more of them ones they got with the built in fuzz.

feeling like it’s time to bust them Uggs outta storage.

i need me a smart thermostat cause i absolutely abhor the time of year when you go to bed fine and when you wake up, it’s too cold to get out from under the covers and start the day.

lost my voice and it is cracking me up endlessly. i was in there waiting on the microwave, singing “tyrant.” lol. awful.

this ain’t far at all. insomnia finally released me at the 3 am & asthma / sinuses woke me up at 6. a bitch got things to do. i can’t get just a lil’ sleep?

i don’t care that this mediation he got playing is called “in a windy forest.” it sounds like water and i’m not finna be getting up to go to the bathroom so we gon’ have to skip that shit.

dog snoring, man snoring and my ass just sitting her awake and mad. acutely aware of every sensation in my body and every racing thought in my head.

realized my jaw been tense since i hit “proceed to checkout.” that’s definitely something i need to correct about my relationship to money. maybe i need to treat everything like a fun expense because buying what you need is surely more fucking fun than not having that shit.

checked my calendar to see how many meetings i have this week (read: how many shirts i need so i don’t be on camera looking like all i wear are the same three solid tees) and i have a meeting called “Data Training II” & i promise you i ain’t never been to data training I. these people out of whack.

i hate spending money but i’m grateful to have it to spend. got all the shit i need to make tomorrow’s dog bath less struggly than the last one, cause mama can’t do that shit again.

Marnie was talking to her mother real damn crazy in #Halloweentown. My ass woulda been all kinds of hexed had i faked to my momma that way.

finished my sunday chores on fucking saturday like a damn boss. ran the errands, cleaned the kitchen & the bathroom, swept / swiffered the floor, dusted this damn dog’s seaosnal coat shedding off everything and reset husband’s side of the room and my side. now? #Halloweentown because #SpookySeason.

lol!! my mom buying my niece a treat while i’m on the phone with her & i said “hey! where’s my treat?!” she basically said “ma’am, you got a paycheck and a husband. please.”

bruh, this dog is a fucking menace. i know he don’t see all the colors and he don’t truly understand contrast so he is not aware that you cannot spit a pink ass benadryl on the grey oak floor and just magically not get caught.

be like “i’m a rebel!” but then my idea of cutting loose is wearing a bonnet to bed instead of a scarf.

i’m not gonna lie. i like #liquidglass, i just wish there was an opacity slider so i could turn it down a lil’ bit. right now it’s giving all or nothing. #iOS26

been trying to find a good phone control ring for not interrupting my workflow (slash so i can do things when i’m on camera in a meeting) and remembered my logitech mouse can do that, so now my mouse and my keyboard can both switch back and forth. i’m living my best life, truly.

how the supervisor piss me smooth the fuck off in our first interaction of the day? i asked a question about something that was never clarified as my onboarding overlaps team training and she misunderstood my question and said “if you need it, we can schedule an extra training.” 😡

is walmart on here? cause actually, what would be great is if they let you make your own grocery list in the app & then made you shop for it like how instacart people do. you can substitute or delete, but it’s gon’ at least digitally hold you to considering everything you said you needed.

but my incentive to be on time to start work is that the sooner i start, the sooner i’m off. and i surely do wanna be done as early as possible.

i do eventually wanna go back into the office, at least every so often……. but i love that i can’t be but so late……. to this desk that is already inside this house. just gotta be presentable from the shoulder up in time for your first meeting & you in business.

tried to get a tissue from the box we keep between our pillows but husband is somehow sleepy with his hand on it & he has to be to work at 6:30 so i didn’t wanna wake him. all i managed to get out was a corner. 😕

i truly need this counter top ice maker to have some damn office hours. baby, it’s 12:25 am. give it a rest. gotta put that mug on a smart plug with a schedule.

i hate when i’m sleepy and then i go to get everything ready for bed and by the time i’m done….. a bitch ain’t sleepy no more.

can’t figure out what i’m in the mood to watch.

my cousin just sent me a fundraising text for her kid like “hi, this is [kid’s name]. please donate to my fundraiser.” and i ain’t got no problem supporting the babies but the, i guess, impersonal nature of this message is really turning me off to the idea.

so #poshmark is always my go to for drops i missed or pieces to fill in sets, but they really been doing me dirty this go ‘round. i bought four things. my track suit arrived, it’s coordinating shirt cancelled but is relisted (😒) and my other two items haven’t shipped and it’s been weeks (😠).

why do refunds take so much longer than it takes these folk to snatch your money?

you ever wonder what kinda teen you’d have been with a phone? i feel like i’da been texting constantly but i don’t feel like i’m the kinda person who doesn’t live life cause i be in my phone.

i realized the other day that going to an HBCU really changed the answer to this question. we had the same Sodexo as everybody else but our shit had the razzle dazzle.

do interracial couples jump the broom? idk if i would include that tradition if i was marrying somebody who wasn’t black.

bruh. i am so sleepy. i gotta pick a good snack for this all team, camera on, lemme read you the fucking deck ass training refresher. my adhd simply will not allow me to endure boredom. it goes into power saver mode real quick.

this is me discovering that if you start work at 7, the skyline has not yet been cleaned up from the night before. feels like that time i lost my phone and came back to the club bright and early & things were still in shambles. you can tell a time was had, but shit look real different in the light.

also also…….. it’s cold as heck and i’m not finna be anxious and cold messing with you. and even if you went out now, you’d still have to wait to eat so either way, you gon’ be mad at me for the next 40 mins.

husband left for work at 7…. dog looking at my like “hoe, i thought you said outside didn’t open until 8.” like baby boy, you not finna go out until it’s light out. what i’m not finna do is be standing there jumping out my skin every 3 seconds cause rustling leaves sounded like a murderer for a sec.

wanna know what i did after all that thirsting for popeyes and chipotle and what not? cooked chicken and had a salad like a stupid fucking grownup.

i feel like two cancers either gonna be fairytale ending….. or a grimm’s fairytale.