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.