Category: A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI

so i hope the foxhole is having a great thanksgiving today.
i know some of you are waiting to eat right now.
others have eaten so much they are waiting for their second wind.
a few have eaten,
probably dressed,
and ready to venture to a “black friday sale”.
then there are those,
like me,
who spent it without a family today.
 alone or at a friend’s crib.
well just know i’m here for you.
i went to lunch with the pretty vixen today.
i wanted soul food so we went to “x amy ruths“.
it was in my budget,
and i didn’t feel cooking or like being alone,
so why not?

sidebar: food was amazinggggg.
ya’ll gotta try their koolaid.
maybe it was my experience,
but i noticed something tho…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI X MARKS THE FOX

thank God for the folks in my life.
the true ones.
i can say i came up in the friends department.
they say you can only get about 2 good friends,
but between the folks I personally know,
and the ones from the foxhole,
I can honest say I am pretty blessed.
lately…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI CONCRETE FOREST STATE OF MIND

dust.
the one thing we like to give,
but sometimes can’t handle it when it settles.
once you’re paying it to someone,
it can feel empowering af.

“yeah bih!
you did me wrong!
now i’m ignoring your triflin ass!
woop woop!”

once you’re paid it tho,
by someone you thought you connected with,
it can make you feel like pure shit.
there is no cheering on yourself for walking forward.

“i held my head up high after i was ignored!
um,
pat me on the back!”

it might bring out the secret you may not be over them.
let the narcissists and sociopaths tell it…

“well whatever!
they wasn’t shit anyways!”

i might be a different breed.
so today,
i was running a little late for work.
as i was walking towards my office,
i see a “familiar” face looking at his phone across the street…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI

i’m here to be opinionated and messy.
i’m also here to be emotional and a depressed mess too.
shit,
i’m even here to offend.
this site wasn’t made to be perfect.
this is the one place i don’t want to be perfect.
the intent wasn’t to befriend other bloggers in hopes of social climbing.
i could care less if kid fury,
b scott,
funky dineva,
or necole bitchie don’t like me.
not my problem.
even the celebs that i talk about,
there wasn’t/isn’t an insane need to kiss ass for their acceptance.
you know what truly inspires me?…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI

“i think i’m a high functioning depressed person…”

at the time when one of my foxholers told me that,
i was in the middle of a “moment”.
you know how they say males only have “moments”?
a few weeks ago.
that was around that time the foxholer hit me with it.
it resonated with me,
but i thought i was commanding this “new day; new me” shit,
so i was in a “happy” state.
well i have to agree with my foxholer because…

A LIL TASTE OF JAMARI LIVIN' THIS LIFE WE LIVE