i love this.
one of my favorite casts.
the secrets we keep from those we love can ruin them.
us,
included.
from a real life perspective,
i don’t know how darla thought that secret would work out for her.
oh,
i’m talking about “queen sugar”.
like…

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most of the times,
all these hood rats jackals and hyenas know how to do is fuck.
they get a lot of practice in throughout the years,
so when they cum across you,
they fuck you into the next century.
thank God “we” don’t have uterus.
“we” would be out with 10 and 11 cubs.
fetty wap is a great example of “why is this still happening?” and “ya’ll ain’t learn from the last one?”.
all these vixens and she hyenas pregnant.
i’m all the way confused,
but i share tami roman’s sentiments in her “bonnet chronicles”…
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i’m here to be opinionated and messy.
i’m also here to be emotional and a depressed mess too.
shit,
i’m even here to offend.
this site wasn’t made to be perfect.
this is the one place i don’t want to be perfect.
the intent wasn’t to befriend other bloggers in hopes of social climbing.
i could care less if kid fury,
b scott,
funky dineva,
or necole bitchie don’t like me.
not my problem.
even the celebs that i talk about,
there wasn’t/isn’t an insane need to kiss ass for their acceptance.
you know what truly inspires me?…

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i found nothing amusing about “get out”.
i mean,
it had it’s moments when i laughed out loud,
but that movie took me through an emotional tailspin.
i didn’t sing any songs from it like it was “la la land” either.
well,
in this year’s golden globes,
  “get out’ might be put under the “comedy/musical” category.
jordan peele,
the director,
says otherwise.
this is what “ew” had to say…
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“i think i’m a high functioning depressed person…”

at the time when one of my foxholers told me that,
i was in the middle of a “moment”.
you know how they say males only have “moments”?
a few weeks ago.
that was around that time the foxholer hit me with it.
it resonated with me,
but i thought i was commanding this “new day; new me” shit,
so i was in a “happy” state.
well i have to agree with my foxholer because…

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^this was odell right after he injured his ankle last month.
you can guess what he was thinking.

“Will I ever be able to dance again?”

i know.
it’s been a concern for all of us.
anyway,
odell has been on his recovery low key.
he did want to show us how that’s going via instagram…
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