Well, That Escalated Quickly

“She’s fucking back, and it’s about time. I’ve been MIA for months, so in this episode, we’re catching up—what’s been going on, what’s coming next, and all the random shit you need to know. No drama, just me getting you back in the loop—loud, messy, and unapologetically real.”

He told me he was “too busy” to take me out… only for me to catch his lying a** at the exact restaurant he was supposed to take me to — with another girl. So what did I do? I walked in, pulled up, and somehow ended the morning taking her to Starbucks instead. 😭In this week’s episode, I’m spilling every messy, hilarious, and jaw-dropping detail of how I turned his little breakfast date into my storytime of the year. Grab your coffee, your popcorn, and maybe your petty notebook — because this one’s got receipts, plot twists, and a moral you won’t see coming.

So your man’s acting shady — phone on silent, weird hours, and “work trips” that sound like lies? Yeah, babe… he might be married. In this episode, I’m giving it to you straight: your three options are cheat back, exit quietly, or pull up and cause a scene. We’re talking red flags, receipts, and real talk. Pour a drink, grab your loudspeaker, and let’s unpack why “I’m just busy” usually means “I’ve got a wife.”Because sometimes love is messy — and sometimes, you’ve just gotta be messier.

Welcome back to the chaos, babes. In this episode, I’m talking about that client — you know, the one who couldn’t stop staring at my tits while trauma-dumping about his miserable relationship. Like sir, I’m a hairstylist, not your therapist (and definitely not your side quest). Between his oversharing, his over-tipping, and me trying to keep a straight face without smacking him with my comb, this day was a damn movie. So grab a drink, buckle up, and join me for another unfiltered salon rant — because apparently, my chair is where men come to confess and self-destruct.

Welcome to the emotional rollercoaster I did not sign up for. In this episode, I’m ranting about my cat deciding she’s too good for indoor life and running off to live her best feral fantasy — complete with a yellow cat boyfriend named Kevin (yes, Kevin). Meanwhile, my daughter’s hamster, Chicken Nugget, has tragically kicked the bucket, and my daughter is now obsessed with getting a brown cat like we’re running a damn zoo. It’s chaos, it’s dramatic, it’s hilarious, and honestly… I’m just trying to survive it all with a bit of caffeine and zero patience.

Welcome to Talks from the Chair: My Workday Unbrushed — where I let it all out, no filter, no hairspray. This episode’s a wild ride: I’m talking about that one rude-ass client who tested every ounce of my patience, the emotional rollercoaster of hearing people’s life stories while holding a pair of scissors, and the mental gymnastics it takes to remember who’s got three kids, who’s divorcing, and who just got a new dog. It’s messy, it’s honest, it’s salon chaos at its finest — so grab your coffee (or wine) and let’s bitch about work.

In this week's episode, I'm losing my entire damn mind over my fucking neighbors. The loud ones, the nosey ones, the ones who act like the street is their personal fucking stage. From shitting dogs to front yard circus acts, I've officially hit my limit. Consider this my fucking therapy session, because clearly management and Jesus are ignoring my prayers. Grab your coffee, your wine, or your fucking Xanax and lets bitch about the people who make home sweet home feel like hell on earth.

Grab your cafecito, bestie, because it's chisme hour! In this episode, I'm spilling the tea on a dating story that had more red flags than a damn parade. From the smooth manipulation to the straight-up fucking cheating, this one's got it all- lies, gaslighting, and my favorite part: karma doing her damn thing! Tune in for the laughs, the lessons, and the "girl, what was I thinking?" moments.

In this episode, I go off about family, friends, and exes who love to stalk social media like it's their full-time job. From the quiet lurkers to the ones secretly rooting for you to fail, I've got a rant (and some fucking laughs) for all of them. Because let's be real-karma doesn't work alone....she's got a sister named Dharma.

Join me on my drive to work while I ramble about all things fall, pumpkins, cozy plans, and random shit that pops into my head. Grab your latte and lets commute together.

Grab your popcorn and your pumpkin spice, because spooky season is officially here! 🍂👻 In this episode, we dive headfirst into the first day of fall, horror movie chaos, and all the ridiculous sh*t that makes autumn both cozy and creepy.

Today we’re dragging Mr. “Small King, Smaller Morals” — the guy with a Napoleon complex, a wandering ring finger, and a Wi-Fi signal for loyalty. He’s out here cheating on his wife, begging for hookups like it’s Black Friday, and throwing tantrums every time someone tells him “nah.” Spoiler: he’s not tough, he’s toxic. Tune in as we clown this pint-sized problem with jokes sharper than his winged eyeliner could ever be.

Welcome to the group text Bermuda Triangle, where messages disappear, notifications go unanswered, and every type of texter collides. From the over-sharers to the ghosters, the meme-lords to the accidental philosophers, we unpack the chaos, the laughs, and the moments that make your group chat unforgettable. Tune in, relate, and maybe recognize a friend—or yourself.

Let’s be real—Tupperware is out here ruining our fucking lives. One minute you’re just trying to save some damn leftovers, the next you’re knee-deep in a goddamn cabinet avalanche, cussing out plastic like it personally insulted you. Why the fuck are there always 500 containers but never a single fucking lid that fits? Where the hell do they go—some lid graveyard next to the missing socks? In this episode, I’m breaking down the daily chaos of mismatched containers, “airtight” lies, and that one science project festering in the back of your fridge. Basically, it’s the fucking war none of us signed up for, but we’re all fighting anyway.

Customer service: the one place where patience goes to fucking die. Today on Well, That Escalated Quickly, I lose my shit over hold music, fake-ass “managers,” and the ultimate battlefield—dining at fucking Chili’s. From waiting a goddamn eternity for chips and salsa to dealing with a manager named Chad who swears Tuesday nights are “busy,” this episode is a full-blown roast of customer service hell. Grab a margarita, lower your expectations, and laugh with me while I spiral the fuck out.

Today on Well, That Escalated Quickly, we’re talking about the cruel reality of hangovers after 30. Spoiler: they don’t last a night anymore, they last a whole fucking quarter. I go off about how one innocent drink now requires three business days, a hydration IV, and maybe a priest. From brunch gone wrong to tequila-fueled regrets, I break down why my liver deserves PTO and why Advil just isn’t cutting it anymore. Grab your Pedialyte, call out sick, and let’s spiral together.

Remember when the internet dared us to dump ice water on our heads, suck our lips into shot glasses, and straight-up eat fucking laundry detergent? Yeah, good times. In this episode, I’m dragging all the dumb shit the web has peer-pressured us into — from blaming every bad day on Mercury retrograde, to wasting entire nights tending fake Farmville crops and pretending Sorority Life made us “cool.” It’s nostalgia, it’s chaos, and it’s proof the internet has always been both our best friend and our toxic ex.

Welcome to the chaos. In this first episode, I introduce myself and dive straight into the petty-ass, minor inconveniences that somehow manage to wreck an entire fucking day. From the little shit that makes you want to scream, to the moments where the universe just seems out to get you.For submissions: [email protected]