Abuja Post: 9 in 10 Abuja Men Are "Pussy Hunters"

                                            

Basically it has been proven and tested that 9 in 10 Abuja men are Ashewo men, (obviously I made that up) but here's an example to prove my point. So I met this guy in Abuja through a friend and I don't know if this happens to every girl out there but whenever I go to see a familiar friend, if we hang out with his friends next thing they start scrambling for my number and hitting me up and honestly it pisses me off I just hate it because I'm a lowkey person and I don't make many friends because I have communication issues meaning I barely ever contact people (idk why it's just in my DNA). So I met this guy I'll call him Peri through a mutual friend at his pool party, he seemed nice, was chill and all. He famzed, I wasn't interested but I managed a lil Convo with him. After the party some days after this guy gets my number from his friend, and starts hitting me up on whatsapp. (more after the cut)

Monday Inspiration: 6 Steps on How To Stop Making Excuses And Take Control Of Your Life

                                               

Before I begin this incredibly important article, I’d like to share some pretty
personal information with you. Roughly one year ago, I was homeless. After being kicked out of my families home (call it tough love); I house-hopped, broke into cars to sleep, and eventually took out a loan to move to Santa Barbara, CA with my angelic girlfriend.

Our apartment ended up being an especially negative environment. Desperately in need of money, I picked up the first retail job I could find, and fucking hated it. My boss was disrespectful and I rarely got off work on time. To give you an idea of how bad it was, I remember starting my hour long walk home at 2 am after being scheduled to work from 11 am to 4 pm on several separate occasions. I would arrive home at three in the morning to my coked out, aggressive roommate, who screamed at and threatened the household until odd hours of the night on a consistent basis. (more after the cut)

SO SORRY GUYS TIMES HAVE BEEN ROUGH!!! WILL GET SORTED ASAP

Trippy Friday: Perfection Has Rejected Me

I had taken morphine for the first time ever about a week or so before this specific event. I loved it. It was the greatest drug I had ever taken, perfection in pill form. Everything about it was perfect. The only side effect was constant itching, but it felt GREAT to scratch it. If there was a way to describe morphine in one word, that word would be orgasm.

Well, one week or so later, my friend [who I'll refer to as E] and I acquired 2 200mg pills, the guy we got them from said not to take more than half each at a time. So we put them away until the next morning before school. The next morning I quickly rode my bike to E's house before school at 7 am. Our school started at 8 15 am, so we had plenty of time to enjoy the morphine. As soon as I got there, we pulled out the morphine tablets and cut one in half and downed them with water. During our last encounter with morphine we had discovered that smoking a bowl or two alongside it enhanced the morphine high, and almost doubled the pleasure. So we decided to smoke two bowls right after taking the pills. By the time the weed high hit us the morphine hit, it was perfection again. (more after the cut)

#TBT Abuja Post: My pimp is better than yours!!

Everyone is looking for the easiest and most convenient means of livelihood, as that is good, some choices are rather alarming.

Here grown men decide to be pimps either full time or part time. They start by hanging out more often, making friends especially women and then for those who are down, they start to pimp them out to the highest bidder. They buy cars from this business, no lies. Some don't mind pimping their so called girlfriends out just for money from these "rich men". This is good business for them and they are not about to stop for shit. (more after the cut)

Poetry Wednesday: Back To The Present!!! (Finding your inner peace)

                              
He gazed into the darkness. Lost in his mind. 
Oblivion. It seemed like home now. 
Haunted by memories. Especially the happy ones and how he might never feel them again. 
They brought him to a time when he hadn’t been so alone. Where he still lived in their memories. 
But here he stood. Absent from the world. Absent. 
Drifting through the cosmos. Hoping to be caught. 
The sadness was poignant.  (more after the cut)