“this is like the 4th job you’ve had where this has happened.”

my home vixen said this to me on the phone.
she was right.
well it’s probably been the 5th,
but whose counting.
an iconic phrase from “the color purple” rings true in my life:

so i got a text just now from a co worker from the last job.
the one where they wouldn’t hire me,
but were interviewing snow vixens in front of me.
well guess what?…
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everything is going to shit on this sunday.
i’m tryin not to put that energy out there,
but it’s been one thing after another.
 i figured i’d vent about it to clear my mind…

Continue reading “so my sunday is a whirlwind of diarrhea (how’s yours beloved?)” →

i use to think ghosting was meeting someone,
feeling their vibe,
enjoying their conversation,
maybe even the sexual part of it,
and then they suddenly vanishing on you.
calls and texts go unanswered.
no explanation whatsoever.
they just drop you like it never mattered.
to me,
that’s one of the most hurtful and cowardly things someone can do.
it wasn’t until i realized that i was a ghosting slut as well.
oof…

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aaron hernandez was definitely not hers.
she was sharing that wolf…
so i guess it’s safe to come out with the “stories” now.
the brother of aaron hernandez opened up about his growing up.
now the alleged lover of aaron hernandez has come to the surface.
not the alleged jailbird on cell block “d”,
but another one.
this one’s name is dennis sansoucie.
he allegedly was aaron’s alleged high school ting.
this is what he had to share via “the daily mail”…
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they say you have officially made it when:

1 – a celeb gives you a shout out
2 – someone swag snatches you on a sex site

well foxhole…
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my parents use to worry about everything.
my mother,
mostly.
God bless their souls,
but they really did me a disservice by witnessing that.
it wasn’t even about like traumatic shit either.
it was irrelevant “easy to fix” shit.
so i grew up worrying about everything.
from:

am i attractive?
do people like me?
how gay do i come off?
am i ever going to be “anything”?
am i doomed of a life of being single?
will i be homeless if i don’t find a job?
is being a loser who can’t get it right in my future?

today,
i was about to write a whole apology entry…

Continue reading “are u there, worry? it’s your bestie, jamari” →