As you already know my 2019 started off with a bang. A private villa, my best girlfriends and a new Rolex, ya girl is thriving. There is literally nothing bad I could say about the trip other than it wasn’t long enough. Jet skiing by day and poolside twerking by night, we got content for weeks. I did cook breakfast topless which my father would be proud since he bought my boob job and was a chef. And me and @babymommafit didn’t argue once except at the TGI-Friday’s in the airport. Then the boneless wings came out and we were Gucci. It’s something I’ll remember forever.

I’m becoming to learn that when things are good, you need to keep them private. Me, the queen of authenticity and telling my business is not giving up too much tea about this one. I know you thirsty ass bitches want to know who what where and why. Not today.

I say this because people never need to know your income, your love life or your next move. There are haters and there are manipulators and while I haven’t been neither of those things in awhile, I know how to spot them.

What I will tell you is that at on January 1, 2019 at 6:25am SCORPIO-NO proposed to me and I politely declined. CUBAN #4 hit me with the hey stranger disguised as a Happy New Year text and he was of course a day late. And SPLENDA DADDY is still butt hurt that I was in the club three days ago and has not responded to my Merry Christmas text. Rude.

Don’t get me wrong, I would love nothing more than to brag about my amazing time in Turks and give you the play by play, but the truth is I don’t want to fuck this up. I fuck up everything and not on purpose. So for everyone waiting for a witty name and a blog post describing my current situation, it’s not happening. So here’s a photo of me and my friends thriving taken by the person you will never know anything about.