Moving, Leaving, Progression

In the last few weeks I might have dipped one foot into the baby girl lifestyle and let me tell you.

Life is Good.

I do not know if I mentioned this earlier AND truly I should have,

I GOT A NEW JOOOOBBBBB!

And my last day here is Dec 31st.

:(

Obviously since I have put in notice I have become even more tardy, coming in at 9:45am, and what not.

But I just realised I would REALLY really really miss this place.

Truly my partner who is my office sugar daddy, all my clients who repeatedly tell me I'm too goodlooking for the job and I should be resting in my husbands house (This is silly, but I get that it is from a place of love), to my whining about traffic to just walking into balogun to buy what I like, to my free parking space at the car park.

Like and these are just the perks. The deadline pressures, the excitement over a wedding, the small chops they share during birthdays. You guys are very close for an Audit firm- my mum said this morning when one of my Senior managers called me because I hadn't bought small chops for my birthday.

And I said yes, we are quite close, I will miss them.

And I would actually miss them, there was a time I wanted to make partner here but then I wanted to leave so much and now I'm leaving I'm not having any buyers remorse.

Like I can not wait

I mean I am truly nervous but for the most part I am excited.

I had lunch with my friend Debo yesterday.

Inamorato, (Because I hope all of you are men reading this)

I have no idea how I got sooo lucky.

None at all.

I overate over the weekend and my skin is splotchy AF,

I know my diet does not agree with my skin and really should leave this alcohol in the morning life alone but SOMETHING MUST KILL A WOMAN.

I miss hosting.

When I lived in Ikoyi, all I did was have parties, games nights, random come chops, friday night wait out traffic meetings. Dinners

But now: :(

Ah well.

I need to rememdy this because both Aldmoni  & Debo pointed out that they have missed my parties at home.

Oh wellllllllllll.

I saw the Accountant.

I couldn't be prouder to be an accountant during the movie.

I mean minus the killing.

But it is such a good movie- I am slowly falling in love with Ben affleck again. Plus shey they said he is single now?

I hated him so much after he was rubbing J-lo's bum bum in that video on the yacht and they were #Bennifer and then they broke up.

Off course all of this anger vanished after I saw him in Gone Girl.

But now- Truly I am like *insert Love struck Emoji here*

#TwentyFineLikeWine

How old are you turning?

Twenty Fine.

Huh?

Did I stutter?

I have been unhappy for a while, but I think I am happier now.

I laughing. from my belly.

I did not realize it till my friend C from a previous post pointed it out to me.

(I was really cackling).

yes I cackle.

Anyway so yesterday I decided to put on my big girl pants and sort most of my life out.

I interviewed a driver. *Fingers crossed he starts on monday*

Two- I went to theEtag Office. You need to know that Yoruba demons are still alive and roaming the streets in their freshly starched native looking for unsuspecting women to devour.

To the really nice man at the LCC office yesterday. You could have apologised without caressing my arms so lovingly.

Three: I went to Ikoyi club to TRY to start my membership process because I AM so ready to face Ikoyi club chilling as an adult member.

Beloved, When I saw the bill and requirements.
They want your CV.
A letter of Introduction from your place of work
A fully Fledged member to sign for you.
Two pints of your grand mothers blood
and
a bucket of Unicorn Piss

Along with maybe 1.5 million Nigerian Nairas.

Beloved, perhaps this adulting thing we can get a subsidy for it?

I went to the saloon and cut of my bra length hair.
Now this hair cut I have.
Is not just a problem.
It is THE problem.

For real.

None the less.

:)

If compliments could kill you I would be dead by now.

It's my girl Ori's birthday so I'm taking my Twenty Fine year old self to support her at bogobiri.

Along with one of my male friends that I've invited for her birthday present (because I am generous)

And T, Because come on its T, he drove my siblings &I to Vegas from LA and back and didn't collect fuel money.

I also just had such a stressful but neccesary conversation with a co-worker of mine who said he had to work so hard for us to become friends.

Me in my mind : We are not even friends.

I'm serious.

But because I'm obviously well behaved, I was like I can see why you would have felt that way, I am a little guarded.

He said yes, even your instagram account is protected.

Children of the most high- Do you see a correlation?

Anyway that ended and I am so ready to face this week and this year heads on.

I am truly happy and I am at peace with my cackling self.

Pss; I swear I'm not as fancy as people say I am.

Anointing

I'm unsually late to this party.
But better late than never.
I was at 355 on Saturday with another of my Yoruba boys and this song came on.
I just knew I had to download it and have it on repeat non stop.

Anytime wey I see her,

Any time I'm holding her hand

Anytime we are doing something else

She say she dey feel the anointing.

Ehen.

*insert woman in the red dress dancing emoji here*

On hair cuts

Two things before I get into my haircut story.

T is in town. One more Yoruba boy in my life to really drive home the point that, Yoruba boys make the best friends and the most disastrous lovers.

Beloved, stop letting Yoruba boys put their penises in your bodies.

Two
I need to let you all know how hard Timaya's BangBang bangs.

It goes soooooo hard.

If anyone tells you money is not good. delete their number before the annual new year purge.
You do not need that sort of negativity in your life.
But before you delete them, ask them to go and watch Timaya's Bang Bang video and they should see how good money is.

Anyway.
When I turned 18, I was in this stressful situation with a boy I had no business being in situations with. Anyway so I turned 18, he liked my hair but he hurt me so much so I cut my hair.

I got this really chic hair cut at Bobbies in Lere in a bid to spite him but turns out it came out super cute, brought more boys to the yard but was unbelieviably hard to keep it looking fresh, So I grew out my hair.

In a few days I turn 28.

10 years later, I find myself seriously contemplating cutting my bra length hair that I've spent the last 2 years cultivating.

And I worry that there has been no emotional growth.

But that is crazy because I know there has been growth.
So riddle me this- Why am I goggling pixie cuts?

And on the 7th day,

The baby died.

And because of how my life is turning out right now.

I'm just here like

Maybe I should adopt David's method.

And go back to enjoying my life no?

Ps- Looking for tailors to get me slay worthy jumpsuits.


Thanks.

pss; How do we feel about cuttoles?

Soooo

I want to learn to let go and let God.

I have been wanting something for so long and I've got it but it is starting to stress me out.

I am feeling really really stressed.

I feel like I have spent the year managing and walking a tightrope and I am at my wits end.

Confused.

You want something for so long,

you get it- BUT you do not have peace?

What is that about?

I also need to have a meeting with my partner and I'm nervous as hell.

And I'm never nervous and he is my actual friend.

This is really scary.


Who wants to guess what is really plaguing me now?

Eros wants 7 people per sex for our bridal party.

I want 2.

why do we need 7?

Urgh.