there was a vixen who i knew that was talking to wolf of interest.
he was cute and playing the “distant wolf” thing.
you know the types.
he creates a mystery about himself and usually nothing is there.
so i asked her what has she learned anything about him.
she gon’ say:

“I don’t know.
I don’t ask him questions.”

head went on instant swivel.
tf you mean you don’t ask him questions?
you know why dating sucks nowadays?…

The name “Jaclyn” = “Jackal”.
Am I the only one who picked that up?

there are many reasons why we lie.
sometimes it’s to impress,
protect,
or not to be judged by others.
we have all told white lies or invented some wild stories out of pure nonsense.

If you haven’t watched HBO’s “White Lotus”,
I suggest you go to a 3 season binge because this season is fantastic.
I thought last season was good but this season tops that.

i’ve been rummaging around my head about the character of jaclyn,
who is played by michelle monaghan.
she has created quite the conversation about her story line outside of the incest one.
she told jimmy kimmel that vixens in her life have called jaclyn a “bitch”,
while the gays are all for her ruthless shenanigans.

when i got out of gay logic and back to common sense,
i had a thought (with spoilers)…

There is a scene in sex and the city where Carrie fucks someone’s husband.
That someone’s husband,
Mr. Big,
was the love of her life.
The victim was the vixen,
Natasha,
that he chose after he broke up with carrie.
Whenever Carrie saw Natasha,
she did everything to get her forgiveness.
Natasha wanted nothing to do with it or Carrie.
Every time she sees Carrie,
her body language makes it perfectly clear she hates her.

someone said something about this situation that blew me away.
they said it wasn’t that carrie was sorry about the situation.
she didn’t give a fuck she fucked mr. big in their bed and got caught.
the real issue is…

i only really understood my mother when she was on her deathbed.
before that,
i was a rebellious teenager.
in her final months,
we finally talked and i apologized for pushing her away.
lately,
my older cousin has been sharing stories about my mother.
i didn’t just inherit her features; i have her rebellious spirit too.
we started talking about my grandmother and i opened up about the abuse she put me through.
i was always afraid to tell anyone but my cousin actually listened.
he said something that stuck with me…

I’m one of those people who keeps all his iPhone boxes.

i don’t throw them out because in my head:

“What if I need it in the future?”

what,
in some weird emergency,
i need to return my iPhone?
not realizing that when some shit happens,
apple literally sends you a cardboard box to send your phone back in.
so if that isn’t it,
then what is it?

Maybe it’s keeping the box that when I see it,
I remember the memories that came with that particular iPhone?

like my iPhone boxes,
i was holding onto someone that i no longer speak to on “find my friends“.
we haven’t talked in 2 years but we knew each other for 12.
it took about a 2 months in 2022 for our friendship to end.
all i had left was us still connected through that app.
when i would go on there to look for my devices,
they would pop up,
living in an entirely different state with whole new life now.

over the weekend,
i had a friend posed a few questions to me…

^this shot goes so hard.
the bending as the flag symbolizing how the US was built off the backs of blacks.
you KNOW that pissed them off but…

Isn’t it funny how some people only see the frosting but never question what’s in the cake?

last night,
while most were just hyped for “not like us” at the halftime show,
i couldn’t help but see the layers kendrick was serving.
first off,
let’s give drake a standing ovation…