Currently listening to: Like A Boy – Ciara
Girl, go ahead and be (just like ’em)Go run the streets (just like ’em)Go home, missin’ sleep like ’em, creep like ’emFront wit’ your friendsAct hard when you wit’ ’em, like ’emKeep a straight face when you tell a lieAlways keep an airtight alibiKeep it hid in the darkWhat he don’t know won’t break his heart (hey)
Side note: Back in the day, when my friends and I were part of a little dance crew I used to study Ciara’s choreography like it was my homework. I’m talking slow-motion YouTube replays, practicing in front of mirrors, bruised knees from trying to perfect that one floor move — the whole thing.
Ciara wasn’t just a performer, she was the blueprint. Her movements were fluid, sharp, sexy, and strong — all at once. There’s something about the way she carries herself, the confidence in her body language, and the precision of her steps that just drew me in. Her routines were a mix of athleticism and pure artistry, and I remember thinking, “If I could move like that, I’d be unstoppable.”
Also… let’s be real. I still wish I had her body. Tall, toned, goddess-level abs — like, how does someone look that sculpted and still move with that much grace? It’s unfair in the most beautiful way.
What are your sleep habits?
Prompt snagged from: NY Times
After work, I’ll go work out for about 30-50 minutes (depending on what time I leave work). Then I wind down by prepping for the next day — if I need gas, I’ll get it so I’m not scrambling the next morning. I double check that I’ve packed everything I need for work — whether it’s paperwork, snacks, or some random item I promised I’d bring in. Laundry might be tumbling in the background, and I’ll check my mailbox, which is honestly just filled with HOA letters or junk mail I didn’t ask for.
I always double check my alarms before bed. Even though they’re set to go off automatically, there’s something reassuring about confirming that they’re really there. Call it trust issues, call it habit — either way, I’m not risking oversleeping. Then I’l take a shower. Face wash. And then my extensive facial regimen I’m rotating at the moment.
I slip into pajamas — which, by the way, are very different from my “house clothes” (yes, that middle outfit you change into once you get home from work but aren’t quite ready for bed yet). There’s a whole wardrobe system here, does anyone else do this? I asked my assistants and they also do the same thing.
Teeth brushed and flossed. Hair up. Lights dimmed. I crawl into bed — with three blankets, no matter the season — like a human burrito. That’s when I pull out my phone and hop onto WordPress. I read through comments, respond when I can, and scroll through blogs from people I’ve come to genuinely enjoy. Some nights, I’m so tired I’ll fall asleep mid-scroll. Not because the content’s boring — far from it — but because my body has simply clocked out. My phone has definitely smacked me in the face more than once. Painful? Yes. But yet I persist.
Eventually, I rouse myself just long enough to re-read whatever I missed, give it a like and/or comment, then tuck myself back in for real. By that time, the room’s quiet, the blankets are warm, and I drift off for the night — hopefully uninterrupted, unless my bladder or a weird dream decides otherwise.
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