Feb 21st, 2025
Hey, I’m not gonna lie—I feel like shit right now. My head’s pounding. Sorry for not posting last week; I got some really unfortunate news about a passing in my family. It was a weird week, but I’m back. I missed writing, honestly.
There were some brighter moments, though. My sister turned 23 last week, and my niece turned two yesterday! Celebrating with them was nice. It was especially heartwarming seeing my sister and her boyfriend. The guy’s still in college but somehow managed to plan the entire dinner, came over to help set up, and wild other shit—Go Arnez! After I got home, he sent me some nice ass texts about thanking me for helping make her night—Go CiCi! That was some cute shit.
As for Lay (my niece), she’s just living her best life. She got her hair done in a big girl style, and man, I wish I had a stylist who did house visits like hers! I barely want to leave the house with this weather, but she’s lucky. Lay’s been staying with me a lot more lately, and we’ve gotten so close. I didn’t realize how much having her around would push me to grow in ways I didn’t even know I needed to. Here lemme let her say hi.
Sometimes, when she’s restless and staying the night, I turn off all the lights, head into the living room, and raise the blinds. The light from the streetlights works as a perfect nightlight for her. It gave me the best idea for a bedtime song: Streetlights by Kanye. Do I still have space to grow? Let me know.
I’ve been toying with the idea of how we toe the line between trauma and growth. How we acknowledge our roles as both victims and victors and navigate all the gray areas in between. But that's another discussion I’m too tired to have right now. Yo, anyone else having some weird ass dreams?
Sidenote: I went to the Whitney for the first time in forever the other day, specifically to catch the Alvin Ailey exhibit. It was so good I ended up going twice. My favorite part was the collection of letters and written artifacts. There’s just something so special about handwritten notes—no font quite like it. It’s wild to think we used to write each other letters and cards, and now we’re all about emojis and turning off read receipts. This year, I really want to write more letters.
Alright, I’m genuinely about to crash and crawl into bed. But before I do, here’s the video that stopped me in my tracks at that exhibit.
Feeling
⭐️⭐️⭐️.5
I’m doing my best to do my best.
3.5 out of 5 stars
Listening
Music is undoubtedly one of the best parts of being alive. Here are some of the tracks that have contributed to the soundtrack of my life this week:
Watching
COMING VERY SOON
In the meantime, catch up on my old reviews!
Rom-Com/Traum Reviews (Ranking) #4
Hi, I’m back—back to writing about love. Kinda. I really gotta rename this column, lol, because ain’t no way all these films are romcoms. Honestly, ain’t shit comical, and I’m not laughing. I didn’t even have to get halfway through Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Misc.
finsta flow
Lyric of the week:
Man, how you tryna be a thug in front of the moon (Come on, man)
J
i live for these friend!! sending you love ❤️