…with vixens as well.
i mean unless you count friends.
i never dated vixens around v-day for whatever reason.
i always wanted to experience valentine’s day.
as a fox.
you know what i mean!
the edible arrangements delivered to you job.
the rose petals scattered about on the bed.
him eating my bunz like its his last meal for breakfast.
valentine’s day is a tricky holiday tho.
you gotta really pay attention tho.
its the one day in the year people front on “love”.
they will hearts and flowers to a damn fuck buddy.
people will still get cheated on.
“well you maybe with him every other day,
but i have him on all the important days.” – the wife to the jump off.
bitch he is still cheating on you.
in this life of ours,
if you don’t have anyone,
a) find some random to fuck
b) treat a continuous fuck like your man for the day
c) be alone
for me this year,
and the other years,
it has been “c”.
i guess you can say i’ve grown into being alone.
no one will love me like i’m trying to love myself.
so for those who happen to be alone today,
instead of feeling sad and suicidal,
look in the mirror and tell yourself:
I AM FUCKIN’ AMAZING
AMAZING I TELL YOU!
so what this is a day for “couples”?
this is a day about “love” right?
so love YOU.
this should the one day to TREAT YOSELF,
eat whatever you want,
and continue to show yourself the love money can’t buy.
money can soften the blow…
hell if you want to stay in bed all day then do it.
do whatever you love to do.
sometimes thats the only way instead of driving yourself crazy.
oh and don’t look at social media and feel left out.
please don’t even look there.
most of these same people gonna be complaining in a week about:
“my ignorant ass baby daddy/mama”
“that fuck ass pineapple”
“fuck that bitch”
hell imagine being a wife of a baller wolf during valentine’s day…
on all star weekend?
especially with (she)jackals around?
BECAUSE OF THOTTIN’ WILD CRAZY,
YOU GOTTA MAKE LOVE IN A PINK DIAPER
happy valentine’s day foxhole!