Peep the views.

i knew we’d end up here soon.
the so-called “race war” initiative was bound to kick off but let’s be real:

No one actually cares.
We’re just counting down the days until this election circus is over so we can get back to living our lives.

it’s all getting so tired and guess which team continues to stir the pot?

why aren’t they realizing the antics are turning many people off?
so the following popped up in elon’s swamp:

A white she-jackal supposedly getting beaten up for,
wait for it,
allegedly wearing a Trump shirt.

Two African Americans beat a defenseless white American girl who was wearing a Trump shirt. Real racism. pic.twitter.com/pJ0SnPDpmV

— RadioGenoa (@RadioGenoa) August 31, 2024

of course…

we can all be very passionate about our stanning so i get it!

Can a DC local chill on plotting to take Keith Lee out just because he didn’t vibe with their food?

a local rapping jackal,
ant glizzy,
decided to vent on elon’s swamp….

in most cases,
we’re the architects of our own chaos.
take our cucky attentionisto,
husband material,
for example.
a little foxy at the f-bi has been keeping me in the loop on his latest drama.

his latest vixen has flown the coop,
right after a royal treatment from king nate.
( x see how royal king nate went on her )
( x see another follow up )
makes you have to wonder,
doesn’t it…

There are days when you can’t help but feel like the devil is testing you.
Today was one of those days.

picture this:
i’m all dressed up,
ready for a paid online movie screening i’ve been excited about all week.
i did an NDA for it and everything’s set except,
apparently,
the invite….

in my social circle right now:

2 divorces.
3 breakups.

that’s the current state of my orbit,
and ever since we stepped into virgo season,
it’s been nothing but chaos in people’s relationships/marriages.
The Foxhole recently kept calling it:

There might be trouble brewing between Victoria Monet and John Gaines JR.

personally,
my foxy senses could sense something was up…

Have you ever noticed how we dumb ourselves down to make others feel relatable?

yesterday,
i stepped out to run some errands.
there’s this older woman in my building i always bump into.
you know the type:

Pleasant
Chatty
Nosy

i’m always on guard with those types.
those types have always been two-faced.
so when she asked me the classic:

“How are ya doing baby?”

i responded like this and caught myself…