Don’t have a lot to say tonight except that Rih Rih’s article in Vanity Fair gives me all the feels but more on that later when I’m not yawning myself into oblivion. Have you ever been so tired that it feels like work to even breathe? *Slowly raises hand* I CANNOT RIGHT NOW. JUST CANNOT….

So anyone who is in Barbados right now knows that our beloved hurricane season is treating us with unparalleled disdain by sucking up every cubic inch of moisture and keeping it in the thick black clouds that sit there and say, “Wuh you gine do ’bout it?”, when we ask why is it so freaking…

Now look here, in case you may not realise, Basketball Wives, Love and Hip Hop and Real Housewives of Anything are TV Shows.  The participants are paid to get on TV and act cray.  If your friendships are this duh-rama filled, have a seat and re-examine your life because that isn’t normal.  Also very bad…

Touchy subject but I’m a put my hands all over it… Mannnn, I’ve tried, I really have, but it’s been a struggle. Part of it is my love for food. Fishcakes, oxtails and broad beans, rotis, puddin’ and souse, brownies, patties, doubles, wing dings, red pea soup…I could go on…The other part of it is…

So recently I experienced a huge disappointment.  It wasn’t the first time of course but this hit me pretty hard.  You would think that at the “tender” age of 33 I would be able to brush it off and move on.  Not so much… So many thoughts, “Why?”, “How?”, “I wish things were different”, “How…