black bomber jacket
black jeans
birkenstock loafers

these ones for reference:

Foxhole,
he looked mixed but he could have been white.
he didn’t look like a rican and dominican wolf i was use to in the new yawk forest.
either way,
i don’t know what TF he was but he was fine.
i took a random outing to TJ maxx with the person i stay with.
when i was looking around the store,
he was in the bedding section with who i assumed was his vixen.
i was looking for the men’s section because i needed socks.
while i got distracted by the many pairs of jeans they had in that store,
i noticed he was by himself and closer to where i was.

…but no,
okay,
wait…

i’m so annoyed at this story.

when chappell roan first started,
i was really into her first album.
it is a fuckin’ masterpiece.

pink pony club.
coffee.
casual.
my kink is karma.
“good luck, babe” is definitely on my life soundtrack.

i respected her story too about being overlooked,
dropped,
then coming back like:

“watch this.”

i love a good underdog moment.
somewhere along the way tho,
something started being sus with her.
i couldn’t figure it out first,
but she started to feel…
off.

the interviews
the tension with reporters
the drag makeup felt more like geisha makeup
the “don’t look at me for politics” after speaking on politics
the alleged uncle who is a republican in missouri

it started to feel less underdog and more “karen”.
i started wondering why wasn’t she more humble after being poor and overlooked.
well after her ( x recent antics ),
i guess the public is starting to get sick of her.
it turns out that chappell might actually be wealthy AF…

my friend said to me over the weekend:

“life is really testing you right now.
you got a big blessing on the way.”

i need blessing with an s.
it felt good to hear but when you’re in it,
it can feel condescending AF.
last week was utter chaos.

a major blowup at the beginning of the week.
a heavy walking on eggshells the middle of the week.
a 10-person sleepover at the end of the week.
a weekend guest over the weekend.
a no real space to breathe all around.

i had an anxiety attack on friday when i saw 10 people trying to squeeze in here,
and then add on top of that…

when you live in a forest like new yawk,
on rare occasions,
someone will randomly ask to use your phone in the wild.
thank God i usually had “the face” on so they already know.
face on + headphones on = “bullshit repellent“.
outside of having “the face” on,
you gotta have S-tier discernment.

unfortunately,
many people prey on those who aren’t cognitively impaired.

i read a really sad story that hurt me today.
another fucking crime to add to the list of how disappointing some can be.
two hyenas took advantage of christopher john tsoulos,
tried to blackmail him,
and he ended up having to take his own life…

i hit my first snag of “the shared living space” today.

i woke up with a headache during the snag of “the shared living space” too.
when i had my own space,
my saturdays was a day to relax,
maybe run errands,
or do some light Foxholing if i chose to.
in someone else’s space,
however,
i adjust to whatever changes at any given moment.
so today,
quiet wasn’t on the agenda.
i was told an hour before…

ugh!
i hate when you discover someone and you find out they’re trash.
alleged trash,
but you can be the judge.
that being fonted:

i’m bout tired of some of these people letting their intrusive thoughts win.

…but i guess its good they do it so we can either ignore or boycott.
so remember i ( x posted about person the other day ).
his name isn’t “the foot demon” as i assumed his parent’s named him,
but it’s actually noah aka @noahgeez00.
well one of the F-BI showed me his alleged racist DM to a black creator and well…