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So, I stalked him and read his writings...



I'm intrigued! Now don't judge me...I think having so much free time on social media led me to curious lane. You know like that Ne-Yo, "I just wonder, do you ever...", but I'm not wondering about being an afterthought. But I won't lie, with good editing, grammar corrections, some of the 'blogs' are insightful. Well done! 👏

On the other hand, one of my guy friends wants to gift me with dildo. And he's straight! Should I be reading in between the lines? But then again, we aren't friends like that. But this then challenges the whole celibacy thing that I'm on. Like isn't masturbation a form of sex? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of remaining chaste? But bless him, I won't say no, when I receive the gift.

And then my work is like scrambled eggs...mixed and all over the place. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm kind of OCD about organisation. To be honest, I get anxious about planning anything major. But I have to organise myself when I'm not being constantly monitored. There's less pressure, and room to plan what fits where in my life. Top of my list, a launch event, book release, a tour and generating income off my skills.

I chose not to try to be deep in this blog. I am not going to bombard you with facts or philosophies. Let's just have a chat about losing a few marbles due to confinement.

I love watching horror movies and thrillers. I'm so annoyed with myself on why I didn't stack up my collection of adrenaline pushing flicks for this period. I'm so behind my movie watching it's sad. What was even sad was how frustrating 'Annabelle Comes Home'. Like, I felt like smacking the curious teenager who unleashed evil in the Warrens' home more than being scared. I was so disappointed by this film. From 'The Conjuring' franchise, this movie takes an 'L'. 'The Nun' takes the cake for the scares, considering that the 'nun' was in 'The Conjuring 2', and apparently the name is sacred. My friends and I researched and found that mentioning the 'demons' name will let lose freaky stuff from the pits of hell. I'm black, I don't play with conjuring things that I don't know.

And then I watched 'The Intruder'. I'm so glad that we are beginning to move away from black stereotype movies. Although, we recycle the same famous black actors, I love how we are breaking into the thriller/suspense genre. I already love how Jordan Peele has explored horror and done well. What I love about the black thriller films is that we see successful, people of colour living the 'American dream' (je ne comprends pas). So far there's 'When the Bough Breaks', 'The Perfect Man', 'Breaking In' and 'No Good Deed' to name but a few. I understand that Megan Goode's character, Annie's clueless nature was meant to make the plot interesting, but what the hell? I was frustrated at how she didn't take hid of her husband's warnings. Even without baby blue eyes Michael Ealy's character, chills would go down my spine by Charlie's behaviour. If you sold us the house, degagé! (Get lost) Sorry guys, spoiler alert! And I realised that I still like white chocolate too! Joseph Sikora (Tommy Eagan in Power), is yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy....

I actually love Justin Bieber's 'Changes' album. He's actually good at the modern R&B, but he's no Jon B. Tbh, they don't make R&B like they used to....just reminded me to create that playlist. I still haven't checked out The Weeknd's new album, 'After Hours'. From reviews, it's a trip...like being high, trip, so I will absolutely love it! The thing with The Weeknd's music there's a certain level of brokenness you should be or have experienced to get it. He's an amazing vocalist hands down, and I absolutely love how he experiments sonically. Oh yeah, love Party Nextdoor's, 'Party Mobile', but not to crazy about the Rihanna feature. Still, Riri, can we please get some new music?

Gosh, I'm actually watching 'Pretty Little Liars', again. Looking at it, stupid show! I can't fathom why these girls cared so much about a 'mean girl'. She was a monster to say the least. Why were twenty somethings Janel Parrish and Shay Mitchell playing teens? I won't even get to Bianca Lawson  who was in her thirties...respect to black that don't crack! I do miss 'Gossip Girl', now that was a great teen TV series. I loved me some Chuck Bass and Blair Waldorf!

My eyebrow is still swollen from the fall. The wound has healed but it still throbs, I'm not sure if I can thread my eyebrow. I can't sleep on my left side, which is my favourite position. Anybody been in that position of being in pain and unable to sleep comfortably? You can relate.

Yes, we are just having a conversation about pretty much nothing. After this blog, I need to get back to reading. That will definitely calm my overactive mind.

Plus, we find inspiration for the next blog.

Remember to wash your hands with soap under running water. Stay safe, and stay at home.

P.S. : Always write your own love story!

Ciao!

Lady E

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