Rain drops falling on my head…

They say when it rains; it pours.
You better hope you have your umbrella or you will get soaked.
Right now in the Concrete Jungle, it is pouring.
Who knew it would also be pouring while I am in the house…

We cannot avoid bad things from happening to us.
We can pray, pay tithes, and even command the assistance of a voodoo priestess,
but we will still find ways to land knee deep in bullshit.
But, how do you make it all go by easier?
Or, do we just have to have faith that things will work out for the best?
Why it is so easy to have faith when things are going our way…

…but when it isn’t, we forget it exists?

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Damn.
This made me want to go get a boyfriend now…

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For such a sexy Wolf…
With A Body that needs to be FUCKED…

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These people I work with…
I swear…

Sorry my Foxes and Wolves.
Today was straight shit hit the fan HELL.
I am literally NOW leaving the office.
I need a vaca… or a massage.
A Baller Wolf to rescue me and take me to another level…
I dunno anymore.

We continue tomorrow!

Love. 

“God I want to fuck him again…”

I said this to myself, Foxes.
A moment of weakness I am sure.
I actually went hunting for that asshole I use to let pipe me,
THAT I GOT RID OF BECAUSE HE WAS INDEED AN ASSHOLE,
just so I could get some dick again.
I know, pathetic….

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We as Foxes are DOOMED.
DOOMED I TELL YA!

Well, not really.
I just had to be a bit dramatic.

Time and time again, I get countless emails from Foxes about crushes on Straight Wolves.
I have literally read them all:

“He walked into my classroom and he was perfect. He sat next to me and I helped him with his homework…”
“He works in my office and he gives me signs but I can’t tell if he is feeling me…”
“He is friends with my Vixen friend and I think he wants me, but I’m not too sure…”

…and then when the Wolf says these 2 words in a sentence:

MY GIRL…

We are CRUSHED.

Foxes all across the nation obsessing over a Wolf that is, and will never be, attainable.
They come into our lives like thieves and steal our hearts.
We obsess over them and end up falling face first into a bottomless pit.
Checking Twitters, Facebooks, and credit scores for clues that maybe,
for once, we may be right.
Or, even just to read their walls and status messages (stalker alert)  so we can feel closer to them…

What are we really looking for and really, isn’t it kinda pointless?…

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