To my paying subscribers: the following is the first installment of a series called “Personal Thoughts for Paying Subs.” I have found myself wanting to provide more paid content for y’all, but dudes I am MAXXED OUT professionally and personally. I also find myself wanting to keep a diary, a log of my life and my thoughts, one that I am not trying to turn into art. I find myself wanting a place to express myself honestly about my personal life, but I also don’t want just anyone knowing all my shit. Therefore, I’ve decided to combine my desire for a diary with my desire to provide more paid content for my supporters with this series, “Personal Thoughts for Paying Subs.” You will also find a smattering of photos from my recent life at the end. I am setting a 30-minute timer to write these diaries, and when that goes off, I hit send. You may encounter typos. So please—enjoy my ramblings, my thoughts, the glimpse into the psyche of a normal-ass broad like yourself. Thanks for your support.
My homegirl read my palm last night and although I absolutely, positively do not believe in mysticism, nonetheless I was like damn, this bitch is onto some shit, and lowkey wanted to cry. She said there was a “big split” in my childhood and that my middle-age was going to consist of “me living two lives.” My guess for those two lives? I think I’ll be writing for television while still being Lux ATL.
My mom told me the other day, “You can’t be Lux ATL when you’re seventy,” but I think I just might be Lux ATL until I die.
I think we always fantasize over what we don’t have. These are my fantasies lately:
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