Happy New(ish) Year! Can you believe it’s 2025? Are you feeling the 2025 vibes?

I know I’ve been gone for a long minute. I could say I haven’t had anything to say. That’s a lie. I could also say that I didn’t know how to say what I had to say. That one is true. Honestly, it’s both. Also… I don’t know if I maybe didn’t want to share or thought I maybe didn’t deserve to share? I’m not sure. But! But… I am going to fight against my natural instincts and do my best to stop overanalyzing the thing that keeps me my worst enemy. We’re gonna work on this. We are.

So, anyway, back to some good old fashioned finger rambling. I need this. I. Desperately. Need. This.

I actually have a lot that’s been shoved down and needs an outlet or I’m going to attempt a controlled eruption. Wish me luck. If you’ve read along this far, wow, thanks! Also, are you okay?? It’s fine. We will be not okay together!

Where to start, where to start.

I know – let’s start with 2025. Are we feeling the 2025 vibes? As I’m finger rambling (does that sound dirty? I’ll come up with something better- maybe), we rage into the 3rd month of this year, not only am I unimpressed, I am flat out hating it. I am horrified, petrified, and terrified of what is to come. I am all the “…ied” words that equal terrible. I distinctly remember signing up for “Not Today, Satan” package and not extending my Trials and Tribulations package again. I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER CHECKING “NOT. TODAY. SATAN”! I CHECKED THE BOX! And so far, it’s been the devil’s work in every dang day. Satan has been deciding that every day is a good day for the finding out phase of FIFO. Great.

Astrologists say 2025 will bring Taurus into their villain era. I don’t really live and breathe by the alignment of the stars and such, but you know what? Yeah. Hell yeah. I did what I was supposed to do and it didn’t work out and now we are living the dystopian narrative we warned everyone about. So, while I’m not the “in-your-face” kinda person, I’m keeping quiet this go round. I was good last time. I kept the peace. Nah, man. I’m not doing that again. I did not fk around, and I am exceedingly pissed off that I have to find out with everyone who did.

I’m mad and I’m prepared to stay mad for the foreseeable future. So suck it. And I’m not just mad for now, I plan on staying outraged. You can still suck it. Also? Right now, villain does not = bad guy. Not this time. Nope. Villain = unquiet. I am currently UNQUIET. Again I say: suck it. This year , mesquite is in my Gatorade or whatever, and that will be responsible for all my “bad” behavior. Jenn = villain. So say the planets. Ha! 2025 vibes, amirite? Mmm hmm.

I was actually somewhat excited for 2025 on a personal level, in spite of the raging national dumpster fire going on. I set up my planner with some research and writing plans, created my vision board… made my work goals… manifestations were set. I did all the things you do to prepare for a great year.  Then 2025 had the nerve, the AUDACITY to start with the gloom and the doom. And it HAS. NOT. STOPPED. Every damn day there are so many breaking news stories and it’s never good! Never.

But it’s fine. I am fine. 

Although I’ve decided to listen to the planets and embrace my villain era, I’ll be nice and give y’all a heads up – here it is – I am entering my villain era.

I am filled to the brim with righteous rage and this time I won’t shut up about it. You’ve been warned. You’re welcome.

ARE WE FEELING 2025?! ARE WE?

Until the next rant, beastie boos! 

Love ya!