So you know how this one here went viral for not being able to get a manz?

i was on the fence before but now i’m off the fence after i saw these videos…

This is not what I wanted when I said I wanted to be present for this new year.
Of course,
I step onto Elon’s social swamp and on day one of 2025,
I’m hit with the grim reminder of just how fragile life is.

it took me back to NOLA in 2020 for mardi gras with one of my best friends.
bourbon street was intense…

Mask off.

What happens when the American dream morphs into a nightmare you didn’t sign up for?

for years,
we believed hard work and a degree guaranteed stability.
this christmas,
reality delivered a stocking full of coal.
muskrat and “that indian jackal” made it painfully clear…

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…

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…

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…