i was all set to head down to brooklyn for thanksgiving.
my home-vixen i use to work with,
one that i haven’t seen in a hot minute,
was throwing a small get-together at her crib.
the issue i was having was how i was getting down there.
she promised me a ride,
but in case that fell through,
i was gonna hop in an uber.
I wasn’t doing MTA at all
we have been watching the rona news carefully.
new yawk has been starting to spike something stupid.
cuomo was talking about gatherings only having 10 people.
she sent me this today…
it might be for the best.
i’m learning rejection tends to be God,
and Spirit‘s protection.
one of my home wolves got the rona along with his wife.
he was telling me how his breathing has been pretty bad since.
the biggest shocker is jerimah battling with it in icu.
( x see that story here )
This is a mess.
a hot mess.
how disappointing is this holiday season gonna be?
i really wanted to be around someone(s) i love,
but it’s such a risk to even fuck with it.
i’ll have to order in and treat it as another day.
lowkey: i really wanted to get some jamaican while i was down there too.
we were gonna link up with our jamaican home vixen who i know was gonna throw down.