the other day,
my friend said to me that she doesn’t believe in God.
it threw me back a bit because i assumed she did.
in my eyes,
her life seems pretty dope.
it has it’s rocky moments but she isn’t suffering in the least.
last week,
she was blessed with over 3k that she didn’t even ask for.
she doesn’t go to church but i always assumed her faith in God was strong.

nope.
not even a little bit.

i saw ^that post pop up on “the neighborhood talk” and i gotta ask…

over the weekend,
i was hanging out with my wolf friend and he said:

“Damn,
that vixen you don’t fuck with anymore mother passed away.”

we are mutuals with this particular vixen.
his response to my response was the legit surprised pikachu face…

excuse my french right quick.
*ahem*

In every chapter in my life,
there was always some stupid BITCH who loved weaponizing to my sexuality.

they could NEVER mind their business.
it was always someone i thought was cool.
they were so busy in my front yard but in their own backyards:

A) they didn’t realize their manz wanted to stuff my ass with his cream

B) their own manz was cheating on them HEAVY or didn’t even like them

C) no one outside of their clique of other stupid bitches liked them either

sorry,
i had to get that off my fingers.
it has been sitting on my spirit for years.
it was always one defective hoe in the batch who was becoming like her mother.
they were evolving like a pokemon into the bitch mother they hated so much for being nosy.

ugh…
so a discussion about how black vixens make every male DL.
“the neighborhood talk” posted it and i wanted to correct something…

yesterday,
i was about to do something silly.

I was gonna send a mass text to everyone in my phone,
letting them know that if they voted for that man,
or they didn’t vote at all,
that we would not be speaking again.

in fantasy,
that felt good.

“Yeah,
Jamari,
you’re sticking it to em!”

in reality,
that does more damage and is actually very childish.
so after i sat with myself for a little bit,
i decided to…

It is the little things God provides for me.

yesterday,
i decided to host a pity party.
it was raining,
i was tired AF,
one of the Foxholers shared something with me that made me really sad,
and i was emotionally not in the best place.
sometimes,
it’s not a great day for a pity party.
we can’t always be together and posting spiritual captions on our IG.
sometimes,
shit just sucks.
i sent this text to one of my sisters from another:

yes,
i had on adele.
i was already hitting the gas to 100 for maximum depression.
i was happy that i wasn’t the only one throwing a pity party tbh.
so as i was celebrating my pity on my couch,
something told me to check my phone.
when i looked,
i saw that i had a tweet that said…

I thought the scripture was “thou shall not judge”?

church folks are always going to be interesting to me.
dr. juanita bynum thinks our suits for church are “too tight”.
something about “knees being too close“…