Besides Juvenile releasing his classic hit in the ’99 and 2000’s, other things were going on in the world — specifically in my mom’s closet. During this period, my mom’s closet was the place to be. From vintage printed tops, to wide leg trousers, and timeless floral dresses; her style was all the rage.
When I was in my early teens, I dreamed of being in my 20’s. I legit daydreamed about all the things I would buy, all the boys I would kiss (listen, I was young and impressionable), and all the freedom I would have. What I didn’t take the time to truly think over was all the chaos your early 20’s can bring. Let me just tell you, the chaos smacks you in the face like sour breath during a first kiss.
Hola babes.
I’m officially off of vacation mode and on to blogging mode. If you missed it, I went on a much needed vacay to Los Angeles, California and recapped my trip here. For my babes that religiously keep up with your girl, let’s get right to Flirting with Tweed — today’s blog post xx.
“Shit”.
That’s the best way I could think to start this post.
After all, it’s that exact word that ran through my head the moment the police officer began yelling at me and threatening to arrest me.
So here goes nothing.
Long time no speak? I’m sure you guys think so. I promised I’d make an effort in previous posts to not disappear for weeks at a time and I’ve gone and done just that. Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been super busy. Welp, let’s talk about it.
