remember after the rih and chris brown debacle,
chris brown defenders were all like:

“THE TRUTH IS GOING TO COME OUT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT CAR!”

i always asked if they were in the trunk and i was met with silence and grimaces.
i love playing devil’s advocate with these hoes.
the next week or month after the incident,
he throws a chair through a window at gma and i’m met with:

“They were picking on him and they made him angry asking him questions!”

i concluded there are a lot of simple bitches out here.
so i saw today that in megan and tory debacle,
kelsey nicole who was the best friend of megan and full blown attentionista,
is going to “speak” on some podcast:

Kelsey Nicole Harris, Megan Thee Stallion’s ex best friend and one of the key witnesses in the Tory Lanez trial, is sitting down for her first interview since the entire ordeal.

????: @Thedanzaproject pic.twitter.com/2DPazmJHpy

— Mílagro (@MobzWorld) February 28, 2024

not this dateline exclusive podcast.
and i think many of us are collectively here to let kelsey know…

Foxhole,
i’ve been doing something and i think ya’ll might be disappointed with me.
it involves diddy…

Stevie J will enter this story soon.
Just wait.

diddy might have thought his comeback would be this year.
he was letting this little forest fire fizzle and he’d sneak out of hiding.
nah homie cause those plans might have changed.

The male has come for him with new allegations of alleged sexual assault.

mmhmm.
per tmz…

i was sitting here this morning,
reflecting before i started my day over a dream i had about work wolf.
i had to answer a question during shadow work and i conjured him from the emotional dead.

It made me realize how much of a Pick-Me I use to be.

yes i was.
i was a pick-me with no boundaries who was desperately trying to get picked.
in order to find yourself,
you gotta risk embarrassment but i ain’t embarrassed.
i’ll write it in big font:

I use to be a Pick-Me!

a pick-me can look like whatever or whoever and come from any social background.
there are plenty of IG attentionistos,
some of the baddest you ever seen,
that are putting up with all kinds of shit just to be chose.
you see how many of them get caught up being thirsty for sex.
so when i see charlamagne talmbout miss lady in the “who tf did i marry” saga…

Sometimes,
I feel like I’m gonna wake up and I’m gonna be back at my mother’s crib.
She is gonna be alive because it’s gonna be 1999.
I won’t remember anything that transpired before this.
It’s all gonna be a fever dream but it’s God reset.

some black folks in the country confuse me tbh.
trump came out with the insurrection 6s and they’re targeted to black people:

trump spoke at the black conservative federation gala,
which is a contradiction all in it’s own,
and he says…

Do folks not have pride anymore?
Goodness.

i always said that if i ever messed with someone who is married,
cause i can be honest about my hoeness,
i am cutting it off the moment he wants to leave his partner.

“I’m unhappy.”
“They always bugging me.”
“I’m tired of them washing my clothes with Tide.”

i don’t know.
whatever excuses married hoes make when they want to leave.

i don’t need him to be anything but dick,
money,
and a good time.
my holes ain’t free.
here is the thing to always remember…