#niadiaries vol.1 – post-grad job hunting blues

I'm frustrated dawg. Like, I'm more than frustrated. I'm confuddled.  Call me naive, but I never expected the journey to making my first post-grad career move to be so ridiculously discouraging. I feel like I'm doing something wrong, but I can't pinpoint what exactly that is. It seems as though there are rarely any jobs that are popping up in my field, at least where I'm at locally. My official...

{90s/2000s R&B playlist} for colored girls who are lost in their own mind when the current state of america just isn’t enough

In the words of the one and only Vic Mensa: there's a lot going on. Whether it's the aftermath of Charlottesville or the depressing state of our current legislation, current events have been quite suffocating (for lack of a better word). Personally, I've been quite on edge emotionally. I suffer from anxiety so it doesn't take much to get me in a mind-state that I'd rather not be in. So, you can...

THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!! IT’S LIT LIKE BIC!!!

What's up love muffins? Guess who just reached that 100 followers mark! Ya girl that's who!  I appreciate all of you beautiful people so much for choosing to rock it with me. I've got so many ideas to make a reality for y'all including but not limited to: Music Reviews Brand Spankin' New Artist Showcases Thrift Hauls (hauls in general, let's be honest)  DIYs (a.k.a when you're broke but you...

Seven Ways I​ Utilize My #SelfCareSunday ft. Throwback Drizzy

In my mind, Sundays are always soon. No matter what ridiculousness the world may bestow upon me during the week, Sundays are my day to do what makes me happy. This often includes endless marathons of The Office and chamomile tea. A perfect combo, if I should say so myself. Here are a couple things that I do on Sundays to make sure the rambunctious mind of Nia Simone stays in tact:  Keep track...

the 22nd chapter a.k.a happy birthday to me

I just turned 22 on August 8th. (Cue a smash-up of Stevie Wonder's Happy Birthday and 2 Chainz' Birthday Song) 22 is quite the awkward age. You've spent enough time in adulthood that people mistakingly think you have your life together. They ask questions like: When are you getting married? When am I going to see some babies?. As if when you drunkenly reach the finish line of college you...