I Was Watching A Netflix Feature On The Old Testament Book Of Exodus Today When My Son Burst In, Looked

I don’t know about you, but dating apps are a comedy goldmine. Don’t get me wrong—I understand their purpose and how they’ve helped so many people find connections, but honestly, they’re like an endless source of entertainment for me.

First of all, the profiles. Some are well thought out, showcasing someone’s personality and interests, but then you’ve got the absolute gems. The guys who upload blurry photos from 2010, or better yet, a group photo where you have no idea which person you're supposed to be swiping on. Or the ones where they pose with a fish—what’s with the fish?! Is that supposed to reel me in?

And let’s not forget the bios. I’ve seen it all—from overly poetic lines like, “I’m a wanderer looking for my partner in this chaotic universe” to the extreme laziness of, “I don’t know what to put here, just ask.” You get two extremes—people trying way too hard to sound deep and philosophical, or people who are straight-up giving no effort. Both are funny, in their own ways.

The conversations, though, that’s where the real comedy kicks in. Sometimes you get a perfectly fine opener like, “Hey, how’s it going?” Other times, it’s like people forget how to have a normal conversation and come in with, “You’re cute, wanna get married?” I mean, at least they’re getting to the point! But really, there’s no better way to start a day than by reading awkward pickup lines or someone saying something completely random out of nowhere. It's like people are playing a game of How weird can I be?

And then there’s the unmatched confidence some people have. Like, they’ll send one message and if you don’t respond in 15 minutes, it’s either “Hello??” or worse, “I didn’t like you anyway.” What even is that?! The speed at which some people can go from interested to offended is impressive.

Maybe I’m just here for the show, but dating apps, to me, are like reality TV: a little absurd, a little unexpected, and always good for a laugh. Sure, I might be looking for a real connection, but I’m definitely going to enjoy the comedy while I’m at it.

Hip-hop has always thrived on beef, and 2024’s rap battle between Kendrick Lamar and Drake, fueled by Not Like Us, has been one of the most exciting in years. But as great as Kendrick’s diss is, it still doesn’t come close to dethroning Tupac Shakur’s Hit ‘Em Up as the greatest diss track of all time. What sets Hit ‘Em Up apart is its sheer venom—Tupac didn’t just take lyrical jabs; he launched a full-scale verbal assault. From the opening line—"First off, f** your b**** and the clique you claim"*—he made it clear this wasn’t just about music; it was deeply personal. Unlike Kendrick, who approaches his diss with surgical precision and slick double meanings, Tupac’s rage was unfiltered and raw, making every word hit harder. Beyond just lyrical skill, Hit ‘Em Up carried real-life stakes. The East Coast vs. West Coast feud was at its peak, and the track was a direct response to Tupac’s shooting at Quad Studios, an event he believed Biggie and Diddy were involved in. This wasn’t just about rap supremacy—it was about betrayal, survival, and revenge. While Not Like Us is a cultural moment, Hit ‘Em Up was a cultural earthquake. It didn’t just trend; it intensified an already deadly rivalry and remains one of the most infamous tracks in music history. The energy, the disrespect, and the direct name-dropping make it unmatched. Tupac didn’t sneak diss or hide behind subliminals—he outright humiliated his enemies, turning rap beef into all-out war. While Not Like Us is a masterclass in calculated disrespect, Hit ‘Em Up remains the blueprint for all diss tracks that followed. It wasn’t just a song; it was a weapon, and no diss track before or after has carried the same level of aggression, impact, and cultural weight. Until another rapper delivers something with more emotion, rawness, and stakes, Hit ‘Em Up will remain undefeated.

I’m not in a hurry but it’s just so fucked up lol

This isn't because of insomnia, it's the trauma.

Daily affirmations

I am healthy, I am wealthy, I am rich, I am that bitch I am gonna go get that bag and I am not gonna take your shit I am protected, well respected, I'm a queen, I'm a dream I do what I wanna do and I'm who I wanna be 'Cause I am me

Thanks, Flo Milli!

Life sucks.

And i wanna sleep.

Diary entry: October 15, 2024

I woke up from a wild dream. You know how dreams work—one moment you're in a familiar place, the next everything shifts. You look behind you, and the scenery changes. You turn to the front, and you're somewhere else entirely. People you know appear alongside strangers who only exist in your dreams. Some places feel real, while others exist only in that dreamscape. It’s surreal.

What really gets to me are the recurring dreams. Sometimes, after months or years of not thinking about a certain place or person, they reappear, unchanged, like no time has passed. But the scariest part? I occasionally dream of things that haven't happened yet—and then they come true the next day. I see signs, premonitions, and when they unfold in real life, it sends chills down my spine.

My mother has this gift of premonition too. For her, it’s a guide—a way to navigate life. I seem to have inherited it, but instead of comfort, it terrifies me. People call it a gift, but I'm not so sure. There are moments when I want to lean on science, to find logical explanations for what I experience. Science can demystify things like this, offering clarity. But then, there are times when I feel pulled toward something deeper—something divine. It’s a strange place to be, caught between wanting to explain everything and accepting that maybe some things are beyond explanation.

So, about that dream—all of a sudden, a familiar face showed up randomly. It was him. He just appeared, casually talking to me, like nothing ever happened. Like he didn’t hurt me in the past. It completely caught me off guard. I’ve moved on, though. We never officially dated, just talked and got to know each other—until the next morning, he pulled the plug because he was pissed. And there he was in my dream, acting as if everything was fine, asking how I was, like we were friends.

You know me—I’m confrontational. In the dream, I was just about to tell him to fuck off, but right then, my alarm went off, jolting me awake.

Groggy, I reached for my phone, turned off the alarm, and checked my notifications. And there it was—his name, lighting up my screen. A message from him on Telegram.

I couldn’t believe it.

Though it's not the first time it happened to me but sometimes I couldn't help but wonder—

What kind of fuckery is this?

I have peaches in the fridge and I’m gonna eat them now. 🍑

I'm a night owl. I find that the quiet and calmness of the night allow me to focus and be more productive. There's something magical about the stillness of the night, where the world feels like it's paused, giving me the space to think, reflect, and create without distractions. I love how the night offers a sense of solitude and peace, which is perfect for unwinding or diving into creative projects.