Note: I scheduled this newsletter before news that Rich Homie Quan died yesterday. Like most locals who came into adulthood a decade ago, I’m devastated by the news. Rich Homie Quan’s music wast the soundtrack to my early twenties. His knack for melodic hooks and hilariously matter-of-fact lyrics. His ability to abscond in the most unserious way possible.
I’m still struggling to comprehend the amount of loss Atlanta’s rap community has experienced in recent years. Takeoff. Dolph. Quan. None of them made it to 40.
They should still be here with us…
“Big week for the vertically challenged,” Sabrina Carpenter wrote in response to her latest album Short n’ Sweet topping the Billboard 200 chart. Sabrina Carpenter is reportedly 5 feet tall. I am 4’11. So is my mother. I love when my community shines.
Short n’ Sweet is sublime. It’s the naughtiest, most quick-witted pop album we’ve gotten from one of the girls in a while and I truly love it. I saw the video of Latto singing “Good Graces” and it felt like a mirror peering into my soul. Summer is almost over, but our days of petty fun won’t soon be forgotten.
The album title also reminded me of an incredible (and devastating) song by Brittany Howard. If you’re frustrated with your dating life at the moment, I don’t recommend pressing play. I saw her perform this live recently and thought I was going to pass out from the imagined grief.
I’ve long known Doechii is a singular talent among the current generation of rappers. Her latest mixtape solidified this belief. Sonically and visually, the project has been a sight to behold. I can’t wait to see the live performances that come next.
Fall is drawing near and I’m feeling alive. I don’t want to admit this because I don’t want my friends to read this and ask me about it. But, it’s true. I am not one to rush through the warmer months of the year, but I would very much like to leave this summer BEHIND. It’s barely September and I just feel renewed. Refreshed.
You didn’t hear it from me, but your quarterly taxes are due again this month. If your income has changed drastically from what you estimated earlier this year, it might be worth making those adjustments now so you’re not stressing in April.
Tiny Joys
In December of 2023, I purchased a nail drill, some nail polish and a few packs of press-on nails. If the girlies could do their own nails during COVID, surely I could jump on the bandwagon and figure it out, right? WRONG. I should’ve added a clown mask to my shopping cart, too. My boyfriend once described a set of press-ons I wore as looking like “bad veneers.”
After eight months of attempting to do my own nails and even trying out a different (read: cheeper) salon, I have returned home. It was an entertaining detour (i.e. The other salon played a lot of Tubi movies!), but there are no greener pastures. I won’t neglect my nail tech again, I know that much. I’m so eager to be back, I went ahead and booked my appointments through the end of October.
If you see me and my almond nails are perfectly shaped, just give me a knowing smile.