Rosie Today

The miseducation of Lauren Hill 

I am more confident in living less steadfast in dying 

all the rich people want me. 

u gotta get back to work 

mama is always wrong 

are you feeling okay 

yes i am fine. 

you’re blocking my spiritual gifts. or are you enhancing them. 

Mama needs to get a life; she gets off on sayin shit about mine. Watching it, witnessing it, making quips like that, I’m ratchet. Honestly, 

Last night I cleared my mind after trying desperately to have a good time at a rooftop Wagyu house and then inside a smoke-filled Edgewood club called Pisces. 

At Larakin, I still get the princess treatment, just like I get it from Justin, who works at Spiller Park, and from Garrett, a close friend I met at the farmers market. Coming back to Larakin feels just like coming home. 

Before rendezvous, Justin and I were in Little Five Points. I am big-eyed, wanderlost under a crescent moon in the night sky; inches of a faux ponytail surround my shoulders as naturally as a fox with a fluffy tail. 

At the farmers market on Saturday, I am gathering around a peculiar group of millennials. Garrett is the head of this hippie-activist, rave-funk, pop, psychedelic crew. 

Deia is an herbalist-activist, and Eder is a face painter. Has the devil cursed my collaborators? Made them all evil, summoning spirits, secretly placed out here just to get me. If we’re meant to collaborate, then so be it. Otherwise, I just feel like I ain’t supposed to be here. I am stuck in a perpetual state of impermanence. When I look out my window, all I see is blue skies. 

Cloudy white cocktails.

Anyways guys, I honestly don’t want to write about men. That’s why I write about manatees instead. Mermen and sirens down in NOLA. Secretly governing over the entire city. The entire universe is a plot! I am Dorothy. There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home! I am the deadliest catch, but there are so many fish in the sea.

Maria is secretly running the Hunger Games of the twenty-first century. 

You see, as soon as real life starts to bore me, I put my own spin on it; my spin usually involves me casting a net. 

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A big Buddha in the sky is protecting me!!!! 

The World Cup in Atlanta has been a spectacle. Perpetual. That’s the word of the day. 

Last night I deleted my drafts, deleted the ones where I talk about being Aaliyah reincarnated and plotting on some Gemini manifestation portal.

Today, my nails are glow-in-the-dark neon green tokens. I am wearing a black knit mini skirt and a white linen peasant top.

In Hawaii, I’m a dinosaur.

I’m a barista now, guys.

the blog makes my inner child happy.

This life makes my inner child happy. I wish people understood how happy I can be. Why does it feel like life’s biggest mystery is how to please me? In truth, I reversed some things, and now I am back at home living with my mom. We have a big pool in my backyard.