the other day,
my friend said to me that she doesn’t believe in God.
it threw me back a bit because i assumed she did.
in my eyes,
her life seems pretty dope.
it has it’s rocky moments but she isn’t suffering in the least.
last week,
she was blessed with over 3k that she didn’t even ask for.
she doesn’t go to church but i always assumed her faith in God was strong.

nope.
not even a little bit.

i saw ^that post pop up on “the neighborhood talk” and i gotta ask…

you have to look at the way people word things.
it often gives clues to those whose heads are on swivel.
our current president said on “CNBC’s squawk box” about migrant workers:

“Speaking about how his administration’s crackdown on undocumented immigration is affecting the American agricultural sector, Trump said that “in some cases, we’re sending [migrants] back to their country with a pass back in legally.”

so…
they deported them to bring them back?
wouldn’t they still be criminals?
i’m so confused but go on…

“We can’t let our farmers not have anybody,” Trump added in reference to undocumented farm laborers, primarily of Hispanic origin, who are being targeted for deportation by his Department of Homeland Security. “These [are] people that you can’t replace them very easily — you know, people that live in the inner city are not doing that work. They’re just not doing that work. And they’ve tried — we’ve tried, everybody tried. They don’t do it. These people do it naturally, naturally.”

that highlighted part is what really stood out to me,
but it was “inner city” that slapped me dead in the face.
“inner city” means…

over the weekend,
i linked with someone from my past.
movies but no “negro news” updates.
very “not trying to be seen” kind of vibes.
“together” and “the fantastic four“.
together was a better experience.

they came movie tickets and an apology i already healed from.
somewhere between the popcorn and a walk down memory lane,
they dropped a bomb:

the friend group we were in?
that’s done.
everything they did to me,
they eventually did to each other.

it always ends like that.,
doesn’t it?

there was another person i really f’d with tho.
“i thought”.
let’s just call them “the disappointment”
when i asked what happened to them,
one slip of the tongue changed everything…

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some males love a good excuse.
the excuses some jackals use why they cheat will always be funny to me.
it’s like when you hear some dude say:

“my ex is crazzzzzzzzzzyyyyy.”

…but that applies to EVERY ex he has ever had.
the next question should always be:

“what did YOU do to make these exes crazzzzzzzzzzyyyyy.”

so when i hear a grown ass male saying our ex president is making him gay…

whenever i watch something and i go:

“huh.”

no question mark at the end and i do this:

that means my foxy senses are starting to tingle.
when i see something familiar,
like a chain or a tatt,
my mind goes back to where i’ve seen it from.

that is when i start putting 2×2 together.

^the following wolf i’ve seen before.
matter a fact,
i’ve fonted about him ( x before ) in a past “huh” moment.
i knew it was him a second time because:

a) he is verbal
b) his length
c) his hairy chest when he doesn’t shave

…but it was this clue is that i saw before i saw any of those things.
this was the “huh” in how i figured out who “daddy” was…

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i wish nicki minaj would put all her grievances in her music.
imagine what that album would sound like?
when you have built a platform for your venting tho,
the ideas for the music comes second.
nicki and a random ex nfl baller,
dez bryant,
went at it on x-twitter.
it started with “something something something“,
jerry jones:

I hope Jerry Jones is having a great day. pic.twitter.com/yGuxV9NXwB

— Nicki Minaj (@NICKIMINAJ) August 3, 2025

“something something something“,
roc nation…