A few weeks ago Law told me that sometimes I can come off as more “homie” than “wifey.” Well excuse me if I believe that most mixtape releases are better than album drops or if I blow up your cell phone with my personal play-by-play observations on how your team just lost that shit in the 4th quarter.

You know what my response to him was? “I’M MEEEEEE.” #1000degrees #WayneVoice

He didn’t mean it with any negative connotation. He just said it was an observation.

I still believe I’m wifey personified. I’ll rub your back when you have a bad day and listen to your work bullshit. I’ll cook you your favorite meal on a random Sunday night. I'm clean as fuck and can’t stand clutter. I’ll reward you in the bedroom (or the kitchen, or the living room, or the shower), consistently. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?! *Points to self*

I CAN BE YOUR HOMIE, BUT WITH A VAGINA (that you can enjoy).

What an ultimate combination. I basically want the same. A man who fits in nicely with the rest of my boys but who I've never friend-zoned. Yes. I want that.

#Homie #Lover #Friend