grrrrrrr

Fck my fcking life. I’m standing on the Metro rail platform now, my cousin’s twerkshop starts in 15 minutes and the next train may not come for another 15 minutes.

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Ain’t Nothing to It But to Do It

Some nights, the hardest part of writing isn’t the writing — it’s the limbic friction, the bloating, the tech acting stupid, and the long days stacked with gigs, Pilates, and L.A. chaos. Between a rebellious gut, a glitchy laptop, and a productivity goal I’m trying to hit, this is the unfiltered truth of what it takes to do the thing anyway.

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I’ll Get There When I Get There

On the way to a gig—already late and oddly unbothered—I found myself reflecting on procrastination, productivity, and why a cold shower might be the real hero of my day. Between a no-nonsense Polish coach, childhood memories, and a 12-hour shift ahead, I’m realizing that producing—tangible or not—is what keeps me alive and aligned.

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