Mood: Chillin Like A Villain

I’m revived! Sprightly after being utterly exhausted. Better than ever baby. I went out to dinner, ended up at Hudson Yards, not Hudson street, because I read my friends text message wrong, picked up shit for my cat Jagger, then had to stay up to get a new acrylic set and pedicure. A dire situation.
It’s better to go early, fatigued, then later for hours; since Saturday’s are busy af in the afternoon/evening at a good nail salon. Long story short, it wasn’t enough time for a sleep deprived bitch. I’ll tell ya kids, they aren’t kidding when they say hitting your thirties sleep is priority. Some days I live to fucking sleep. Health is wealth and sleep is an integral part in that, especially as you age. All caught up now. Relaxed, high, wined and wined. Overall a great weekend indeed, cheers. Artist: St.AfterCigs

Cat Book Titles

The accuracy. Jagger my cat is all of these things, she’s so smart people say she’s human. I would say my most embarrassing moment is picking her up from the vet post surgery. A literal professional opinion, “She’s a bit crazy and very dramatic.” This is why despite her beauty, she’s a gorgeous cat and a runt (meaning she looks like a kitten not an adult, although she’s 8), Jagger has no modeling future. She acts like you’re kidnapping her every time you lift her up, meowing, unless she wants something from you. She’s a diva and a con artist. Yet her biggest crime is being a Gemini, one day she’s sweet, the next she’s sour. Often I wonder if naming her something else would have changed her personality. She’s hilarious though, which only encourages her and she’s a hero. When I lived in that apartment Genc Jakupi set up, one of my roommate spies passed out in the hallway, she kept making a scene until I figured it out. This nigga was half out the front door of the building, lucky he wasn’t robbed. Which piece is your favorite? Artist: St.AfterCigs