I write a lot more in my personal journal than I do on here. I don’t want everyone all up in my shit…knowing what I dream about, who I’m crushing on, what I ate yesterday (pizza). I’ve just been chilling in West Bumble, NJ feeling a mix between this Big Baby DRAM album & Frank Ocean’s Blonde. Both of them pretty much sum up what’s tussling in my head.

The other weekend had the honor of being apart of an all women group exhibition called, Speak My Mind. It went really well, got to connect with people new and old, dance my brains out, whoop ass in Tony Hawk Pro via N64, witness a ceiling fall…gallery shit. If you’re reading this now, you missed/attended an awesome weekend in Newark.

Stay well. Drink water. Peace.