Its friday night. I’m sitting on my couch. Sipping vino. Listening to Spooky Black (all durag jokes aside, this kid is talented).
I feel like all moments of me contemplating my young adult life begin this way.
I have to say, I am not complaining. I have a wonderful full-time job inspiring and educating youth. I have my own crib. And I can pay my bills. This is the post-college american dream, right?
I’ll be 25 in August. I have so much more to experience in this life. I’m just honestly scared.
I’ve been thinking about going to grad school. This is some shit that I never thought I want. But, I don’t know if its something that I actually want or I feel like I have to do.
I just need a sign (A BIG ASS SIGN) to let me know what direction I should move in. I guess I’m already moving in it or some shit like that.
And I need to find a partner somewhere in this city. Someone I can share this with and not use this medium as my confidant.
REMEMBER WHEN JAY RANDOMLY DID A TWITTER Q&A LMAO.
best day ever.
I’m the little black girl,
You’re the dude in the purple sweater.