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The new season of ‘ACCORDING TO DIEM’ is set to start! Exclusively on Apple Music Radio, DIEM’s unexpected raunch, dish on the pop culture, hot topics and music enthusiasm with her prized and anticipated ‘HOT LIST’ of themed playlists, is only one week away! Although she’s a girl’s girl, she’s definitely not your girl next door. But it’s her unapologetic attitude that’s keeps the listeners intrigued. DIEM takes to Twitter to dish more exclusive deets:
ᴍsɢ : well afternoon to you too, rudeness. i got you, though.
ᴍsɢ : I can make that happen for you, I do need you to send over your last meeting minutes and an agenda at the very least, nigga. it’s you being afraid of your momma for me 😆
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“No,” She looked CHANTE’s way while walking and fluttered her tresses with her hand casually. “But you are.” DIEM continued on and lightly shrugged. “Listen, by all means if you in love with Nas, that’s cool. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that’s he’s even married now; at the very least I can tell you care. However, how is this beneficial? And what the fuck is ‘up to par’?” Her fingers curled in quotes.
‘That fly can also get swatted.” DIEM nodded. “Don’t get it misconstrued, love. I don’t know your marriage to shade that. I’m just meeting you and finding out about it. But you’ll find to know I’m not gonna sugarcoat anything. It’s the classes I’m shading and your choice to do them. Please, let’s be clear. I truly don’t care who hears or repeats anything I said. I only said I wouldn’t do it in front of your face because it bothers you, and for the sake of my brother…it’s not necessary either. So I’ll try. It’s commendable…’ She truthfully said. ‘You defending your marriage. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I respect that even…’ The waitress returned and proceeded in getting their orders; DIEM requested fried chicken and waffles with a peach tea and allowed her to order after. ‘But when it comes to my brother I’m going to say how I feel regarding him. That’s never gonna change. Can’t police that.’ She shrugged gently. ‘Where are you from, though?’ She asked. Despite her inability to have a set feeling on the situation at hand and the current circumstance, she was still interested in getting to know her.
“No,” She looked CHANTE’s way while walking and fluttered her tresses with her hand casually. “But you are.” DIEM continued on and lightly shrugged. “Listen, by all means if you in love with Nas, that’s cool. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that’s he’s even married now; at the very least I can tell you care. However, how is this beneficial? And what the fuck is ‘up to par’?” Her fingers curled in quotes.
“Well, if you like it…I love it.” DIEM made the statement shorty after CHANTE’s spiel. “Okay, I’m lying…I could never love no shit like that. But for the sake of y’all marriage I won’t shade…in your face, and I’ll be respectful of y’all situation.” She was halfway joking and she snickered. “It’s important that I get to know you and not this gimmick that society can mesh with; with all due respect, fuck that.” DIEM picked up the menu to roam the daily specials. “…I’m intrigued by people stories, where they come from. It’s my job. Just trying to understand why try and conceal that? But I won’t question you anymore. I just thinks it’s important that I can see beyond a facade because I definitely don’t play about my brother.” She huffed and sat back, and dialed back some of her intensity. “…are you balancing books on your head and shit? What’s some of the lessons?” Her smile was warm and lacked sarcasm as she genuinely wondered.
“No,” She looked CHANTE’s way while walking and fluttered her tresses with her hand casually. “But you are.” DIEM continued on and lightly shrugged. “Listen, by all means if you in love with Nas, that’s cool. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that’s he’s even married now; at the very least I can tell you care. However, how is this beneficial? And what the fuck is ‘up to par’?” Her fingers curled in quotes.
‘Oh, girlllllll. The fuck is this, The Princess Diaries Reboot: Nigga Edition?’ With a crumbled visage, DIEM’s fingers fluttered in a dismissive manner at what she heard to be utter ridiculousness. ‘…even I know Nasir ain’t worth all that shit, let alone any nigga. And that’s my whole brother whom—I guess—I love.’ Her eyes rolled to ceiling as the local mom and pop shop of soul food came into view. She walked in and greeted familiar faces; she made a bee-line to her favorite seat. ‘You know you’re contradicting yaself, right? If he’s so comfortable around you…’ she took a seat and dashed her purse onto the chair beside her, with a divide focus on CHANTE and the table. ‘…and you know your relationship is as genuine as it comes. Why can’t you be accepted for who you are? Hmm? I peep you getting defensive,’ A smile tickled across her glossed duo. ‘I guess you do got a bit of a backbone.’ She snickered softly.
“No,” She looked CHANTE’s way while walking and fluttered her tresses with her hand casually. “But you are.” DIEM continued on and lightly shrugged. “Listen, by all means if you in love with Nas, that’s cool. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that’s he’s even married now; at the very least I can tell you care. However, how is this beneficial? And what the fuck is ‘up to par’?” Her fingers curled in quotes.
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‘An etiquette clas-,’ Her head fell slightly, as well as her mouth that she quickly shut. Instead she nodded her head and patted her palm with the edge of her phone. “Yeah, we gon’ get you to a food place with Happy Hour. C’mon, girl.’ The eatery she had in mind was just a couple blocks from where they were. ‘…It ain’t none of that fancy shit. But it’s clean, cute with some good ass food. That’s gon’ be a problem?’ She raised a brow in her direction.
DIEM sat in her hips and eyed CHANTE as the bottom portion of her lips was pulled in, in slight inspection of her brother’s wife. She nodded and pulled her phone out. ‘I hope you don’t mind if I join you.’ She typed a few characters in her device and glimpsed back up. ‘...if you’re looking for a few places to hit up and shit, I gotta a couple places in mind. You drink...or?”
DIEM was venturing out of the local beanery for a quick pick me up, when she spotted CHANTE in her vicinity. A small smile met her duo as she branched over in her direction and tossed up her chin in acknowledgement. “Aye girl...you out here by ya’ lonesome or you meeting somebody?”
NICOLE was finally situated when she tended to the multiple hostile texts from MILAN. Her brow raised as she smirked and powered on her laptop.
ᴍsɢ : I take in consideration how tough they are on you. always. and because you’re in need of being understood the most, than chastised as if you’re a child.
ᴍsɢ : but understand who you’re talking to and about. for one, ’that nigga’ you refer to him as, isn’t just a nigga. he’s my husband. that you’re going to respect, because he has nothing to do with this situation. they don’t kiss the ground I walk on. but what I do is acknowledged...like your actions are as well. don’t worry about where I am. try to have a good day. Or not.
NICOLE was dialing down from a video conference and felt an upcoming cramp in her hand from writing notes longhand; a habit she picked up from the entirety of her educational career, technology just wasn’t the most dependable in certain circumstances. She emailed her assistant to solidify another development meeting for REVEL and a follow up for Kerby Jean-Raymond, when her phone chimed. The word ‘Mama’ flashed across the screen and it made her groan. NICOLE quickly answered.
“Hi, mommy! Hey, uh…can I call you bac—,”
“Good Morning, Nini. No.”
Her voice was interjected by her chilling voice that rivaled with her icy demeanor. Her mother never gave her a chance.
“This will be quick. I’m simply not understanding what’s it gonna take. For all this to be taken seriously. Your grandfather’s not just making empty threats, Nini.” NICOLE huffed and sat back in her desk chair. She felt it and knew it. Her mother called to rant. “Now I understand you’re at work, so I won’t keep you long. But this had to be said and right now. At least you have the concept of responsibility unlike your sister. I’m telling you, I’m going to be driven to drink worse than her alcoholic ass!”
“Mom, please don’t do that…” She was panning her head from side to side. “Don’t say that. The comparing thing, calling her names. It’s not helpful. Furthermore, I…don’t appreciate you calling me like this. Like you said, I’m working.” In her mind the statement had much more depth and bravado. But somehow shrinkage in the face of her matriarch occurred in the moments she needed to be brave the most. But it was a start. To finally say something.
“Excuse me? Nicole, you want to run that back?”
No. Not really. She bit into her blush coated lips but seeped more words out with a little more force.
“On my wedding day you told me these few words that stuck: you have a life of your own.” The brief memory caused her to zap her focus to the sparkly symbol of her union. NICOLE gave her tone a little more life, just as her assistant’s head dipped in followed by a tap of their wrist. “…I have my own life, mommy. Milan has hers. You have yours. As well as daddy. I’ll call grandpa, and I can even talk to Milan again, but I can’t change or dictate her choices let alone anyone else’s. I can’t…I can’t do everything. Look, I’m sorry, but I really have to go. I love you and I’ll call you later.”
NICOLE didn’t give her a mother a chance to inject for a second time. She ended the call.
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gettin’ things right and tight like a bubbasparxxx sooong! don’t forget to come see me to lock in some plots while I get my life in order, cool cats and kittens!
ᴍsɢ : I’m gonna send a voice memo, sweets. I only have one free hand, and can’t drop this macchiato. hold on.
ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ: ‘As much as I can understand phases, Mimi? I think we have to inch further from what everyone has done before, to what you continuously have been doing as of late. Who doesn’t like to drink or need one? But what are you taking an intoxicated break from? Can we get that understanding first? Then maybe we can figure out the true root of the issue. Shit…I just spilled this. Lord. Okay, um…yeah, think about that. Also the videos I’ve been seeing? Not cute, babe. Stan Twitter is going to make you a meme if you keep at it.’ She snorts, ending the message.
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