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For the next 45 days, I'm keeping my hands off of any and all kinds of meat. See, you were probably thinking of another kind of meat, which I am still not getting, but stay out of grown folk’s business.
When I made the decision to go without meat,
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I was an 18-year-old fool blinded by love as we all have been at some point in our lives. I’m okay with admitting it now, because as women, we all have that ONE person that makes us completely lose good common sense and rationality for a chance at
Blue Ivy is a legend in her own right.
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So. I keep seeing this man.
Not sure who he is, where he's from or where he was going when this photo was snapped. On the surface, he looks like a man with flowers and a pizza, nothing more or nothing less than what is presented. What I do know is
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A few weeks ago, I made a quick run to the
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After reading the title of this post, I had to think to myself, "Well, I should hope no one is paying for sex on a date unless it's their career choice."
This is like my fourth post this year about sex and I will preface the below contents by saying that
It took me two months to write this.
Honestly, truly. I have a lot of shit to get off my chest.
I wrote a similar blog post last year about the great lessons I learned in the first-half of 2015 and did the same the year before. I'm navigating life in self-discovery