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…

“We grieve different.”

some of us are grieving a death.
someone of us are grieving heartbreak.
some of us are grieving unemployment.
some of us are grieving betrayal.
some of us are grieving all of the above.
2024 has been the year we were all unified in grief.
right now,
i’m grieving…

How are vixens getting wet for the males of today?

when i use to hang out with the straights in the 00s-10s,
it was interesting to see them in the hunt.
they would range from fine to average,
but they would all approach vixens they were interested in.
even the finest ones got rejected but 8/10,
they’d end up getting a number.
did the connections work out?
eh,
but they shoot their shots if they wanted pussy.

At least they tried.

nowadays,
the game seems have changed for the worse.
today’s straights have become so bitchy and sassy.
they spend all their days want to physically show strength,
working out for days on end to build testosterone,
only to be narc bitches for socials.

“Show me the last seflie you took.”
“Show me the last picture you took that got a lot of likes.”
“Show me the last time you complained how lonely you are.”

i saw this clip on twitter that represents dating in 2024…