so let me start off by fonting that he isn’t ugly.
he kinda resembles frank ocean if you squint and turn your head.
personally,
no one is truly ugly because there is someone for everyone.
this fox posted the following that has gone viral:

so this man went to tiktok because he’s not getting hit up enough on Grindr to have sex, so now he deems himself ugly.

but he points out his type is non-black men. 🌚 pic.twitter.com/2unlYq1v3f

— Boochie is the Name (@stoppfeenin) December 31, 2024

but i have a few thoughts after listening to what he said…

Sometimes,
I think we are no different than sex workers.

watching anora left me with a lot of thoughts…

For the final day of 2024,
the air feels different,
doesn’t it?

maybe it’s just me,
but i’m inspired about closing the chapter on a year like this one.
was 2024 a dumpster fire?
was it a garbage bag filled with shit that was set on fire?
was it cleaning your Foxhole out,
only to be stood up?
was it meeting the wolf of your dreams for him to be a pu$$y azz bitch?

absolutely,
but here we are.
we are standing on this year’s ashes with a hint of optimism creeping in,
whether we admit it or not.
so,
how am i going to end this year?…

Well,
to their defense which is just for this entry,
they didn’t really want him to have all this say in the new president’s cabinet.

…even though the new president did say he was gonna have him doing something.
people don’t listen like they used to?
so i think the buyer’s remorse is starting to sink in.

the regret has started to penetrate even harder now.
if you put your ears to the wind,
you’ll hear loud complaints in the void or quite whispers of regrets.
some have even pulled the ultimate vanishing acts after being so extra.
so i thought the plan was to deport illegal immigrants and lock the border…

I got something that I didn’t realize until yesterday when I was in sudden pain.

it all started with an itch…

Have you ever wondered if life’s little messes are actually Gods way of sending us a message?

i didn’t want to leave my apartment at first.
it was 8am,
snow was coming down hard,
and my fridge was empty.
on top of that,
i was out of dishwashing liquid.
that is a survival essential if you hate dirty dishes as much as i do.

“i can do this tomorrow,” I thought.

….but what if tomorrow came and i pushed it back again?
tomorrow is christmas.
i was supposed to spend today with my straight boyfriend.
don’t ask,
it’s complicated.
he wanted us to do christmas eve and christmas together,
but plans got canceled thanks to him catching the flu.

So, it’s just me.
Again.

eventually,
i convinced myself to throw on some clothes and head to the store.
as soon as i stepped back outside with my groceries,
i noticed the snow had stopped.
out of nowhere:

BAM…