yesterday at work,
there was a disgruntled customer causing chaos.
here i was,
almost late AF,
and my boss wasn’t even there.

they hired someone new and today was their crash course.
so when i walked in,
almost passing out from the humidity,
and i’m approached with panic.
so i put my shit down,
clocked in,
and went to deal with whatever was going on…

is everything we eat about to kill us or make us explode from diarrhea?
what TF is even going on?
i was already paranoid over the shit lettuce aka cyclospora.
you know the one that’ll have you ( x camped out in the bathroom )?
ain’t gonna hold you but i order every sandwich/burger without lettuce now.
that might not stop even when they say the coast is clear.
i do like my salads with spinach tho.
did they rope spinach into this shit?
literally?
( x scans this document from FDA )
well some coffee is being recalled for the threat of paralyzing you…

i applaud miracle watts tbh.
i mean,
she is gorgeous herself but that vixen was on a mission.

the mission was to have tyler lepley HOOKED.

…and golly gee,
she got him so hooked that she got a kid out him and down the aisle too…

have you ever seen someone in the wild,
thought they were attractive,
and as soon as they opened their mouth or font...

all you could do was go,
“ew.”

that is how i felt with a vixen i saw on “the neighborhood talk” recently.
she went to usher/chris brown’s “best dry hump” dual concert,
but she was acting like she was either sanctified or had a wolf in the audience.

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that back was real straight and the “lean back” was giving,
“yo break stink but i don’t know how to tell you“.
none of that was the case.
she decided to unclasp her fingers and let her inner hood rat do the fonting…

Foxhole,
we are officially on the home stretch.
after months of bullshit,
stress,
uncertainty,
and wondering if life was ever going to stop throwing punches…

i’m almost there.

in about two weeks,
i’ll be back in my own space again.
i thought i’d be counting down the days.
i thought i’d be crying tears of joy.
i thought i’d be decorating in my head every night before i went to sleep but…

“being nice and peaceful gets you nowhere”.

boy,
don’t i know it.
with all of us,
there are probably two sides (if not more) to soccer baller wolf,
maduka okoye:

one side is the wolf that we want to suck his meat off his pics alone
the other side is the alleged ain’t shit baby daddy

two things can be true at the same time.
we wanna fuck but like a majority of IG baddie wolves,
there is a fed up vixen/fox in the shadows.
maduka’s baby mama,
jelica westhoff,
saw him and cardi on a “lackin’ chemistry” dinner in italy:

🚨 EXCLUSIVE: Cardi B and Nigerian soccer star Maduka Okoye are keeping the good times rolling in Italy … sitting side by side for a swanky dinner overlooking a Venice canal. pic.twitter.com/CdAPUpzHq8

— TMZ (@TMZ) July 19, 2026

i’m still not seeing the heat between them.
tbh,
this is the most subdued i’ve ever seen her.
she got up on IG and called him everything but a child of God…