Today was a new day, and my mind was in a much clearer place after some well-deserved rest. I had gotten up early, went out in the city for some breakfast at one of my favorite cafés, and even went for a short walk while drinking my morning coffee. I was in a great mood!
And my outfit was great too so I felt even better because when I look good, I feel good. I was wearing a basic black dress with black thigh-high boots. And I learned my lesson yesterday from being so cold so I threw on a pair of tights underneath and wore a thick fluffy muted green coat. I paired it with a cute white purse, and some jewelry, and kept my hair straight.
I was back in my hotel room at the Loews Hotel, chilling until it was time for me to start my day. It was still early and I had a few hours left until I needed to leave to continue house hunting with Camilla and Jordyn. I kept myself occupied by scrolling through social media and watching a few shows. At some point, I decided to post a picture of my outfit that I had taken earlier, which was photographed by my security, Josh. He's usually the one that is by my side most of the time and the one that I prefer & trust the most out of my entourage. Anyway, I selected the picture I wanted, typed out a caption, then hit post.
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It wasn't even a few minutes later, and I was minding my business when people started tagging me in the comment section under my picture. Confused, I went through my notifications, seeing that BlueFace was all up in my comment section, trying to shoot his shot at me. The key word here is "trying". It was a very poorly executed attempt, and he failed miserably.
Normally, I wouldn't respond to things like this because it happens all the time. It's nothing new for me, and it doesn't impress me at all. However, this isn't his first time doing so. He's been in my DMs for years, trying to get at me. And on top of that, everyone knows I'm dating Marshall. I mean, we've been spotted in Target, and people aren't stupid. We don't hide anything, we're just private people. It's not hard to connect the dots or to put two and two together; They know we're a couple. So for him to even try that, was distasteful in my eyes.
Then he had the nerve to try to spit some corny pickup line. Who does he think he is? Trying to act like he's a big baller, telling me he would give me a record deal if I chose to mess with him. Please. I was not about to become a baby momma just so that I could get signed. I'm my own boss. I do my own shit. I don't work under anybody, but myself.
Milf Records? Seriously? He couldn't even run a record label even if his life depended on it. He could barely rap along to a beat correctly! If I wanted a record deal, I'd ask Marshall - A real businessman, record executive, producer, and rapper. But I don't. That's not even my path or passion. I don't even know why he'd say something like that besides wanting to start random drama to stay relevant because everyone knows he's the most irrelevant person on this earth and needs to rely on others to make money.
