Who Else Wanted To Bagg Stevie?

^not that creature from the wack abyss
but this wolf…

remember that cutie wolf k michelle was all over on love and hiphop atl on monday?


well, you know i had to put you an F-BI ticket on him right?…

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Tonight, I Have A Date With Frank Ocean

i’m actually pretty excited about this date.
i have waited a long time to for this.
maybe we can actually talk about how he has inspired me.
how much i, we, love his album.
how i, we, think he is absolutely amazing.
how he has many fans he has in the foxhole.

i’ll tell you guys allllllll about it tomorrow.

but, check out <eta: 7/27/12: 1:34> what a fake frank <eta> had to say to his haters on twitter…

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So, Foxes Should Never Get Fat Because We Will Die Alone?

Hey,
I didn’t say it.
Someone sent me a TIP with this article and I can only imagine how much discussion it will produce…

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The Tail of Jamari’s First Date

First dates.

That is a phrase most of us haven’t heard in a while.
Some of ya’ll: NEVER.

“A date? wtf is that?”

You have to make sure you look good, find the right fit,
and lastly – wonder if he was impressive enough to give him some of that ripe booty.

Wolves and Foxes don’t date anymore.
We kind of just fuck our way into things.
No going to a low-key restaurant and getting to know each other.
Maybe even go grab drinks at a sports bar and talk.
It is date at the crib, boil some sausages, and then deep throat the Wolf’s other sausage.
You know how it goes these days.

Is dating dead amongst Foxes and Wolves?

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SIGN. ME. THE. F. UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then my favorite…

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Suicide.

So yestersday…

I was having another interesting conversation with Mister J through font. He was having one of his usual bad days and needed some text therapy from me.

“Where are you?” – He asked.
“Work, why wassup?”
“I’m having a bad day and I need someone to talk too.”

Okay. I’m never one to turn down a friend in need so I started to font with him. He went on about how he is lonely, he gave some female his info and she never hit him back after a week, and how he feels like no one cares about him.

“Are you saying I don’t care? Because I can go back to doing my paperwork.” I said, wondering where this was going.
“You don’t love me nigga PAUSE.”
“Yeah I actually hate you. You cracked the code.”
“Well you can’t hate me because you never chilled with me. Back then, I thought you were stuck up, cocky, and gay.”

What?
So I had to go in…because he probably thought I wouldn’t….

“Funny, I thought you were stuck up, gay, a man whore, ass kisser, and just straight up unfriendly.”

Which was true because I had my own opinions formed of him…

“You pre-judged me before you got to know me. That is a hate crime.”

Is he serious with that? Come on dude… He is obviously smoking crack or off his meds.

So I guess what I said affected him because a barrage of sad smiley faces came my way as the conversation went on. I obviously struck some nerve when I replied what I did.

So as the self help convo went on, I started finding myself getting bored. I was in a three way text conversation with him and this dude I met off an online site who wanted to taste the goodies. I was getting wrapped up in the better convo when I saw….

“I think Ima just end it all. Ima put this noose around my neck and jump”

…With a crying smiley next to it.

I rolled my eyes HARD. I felt it was an attention getting ploy. I was getting turned on by ol dude and my responses to Mister J were turning out very one wordish.

“Don’t do nothing stupid or I’m going to come over there and punch you in the mouth.” – I replied, tryna see where this was about to go.

I got no response. I called when I left work and still no response. I called and texted when I got in the house and still silent. I went and took a nap because I was frustrated with him at that point. Everyday he is having an emotional breakdown and as much as I give him proper Fox knowledge, he is still acting like he is a giant baby.

He texted me at 11 something with:

“I was having a bad day and needed some time. I’m just going through some issues.”
“Well I’m glad you are alive but you pissed me the fuck off. I’m going to bed.”

I got a reply:

“Night”

… A few minutes later.

He needs to be put on time out. I will not be speaking to him for a while. He let me see that he needs attention at all times and is very dependent. I would not have thought that was the inner turmoil he was facing from the facade he put up back in the day.

I couldn’t date his ass, I’m sorry.

Fuck him, yeah we can get it in. But DATE?

U must be crazy.

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