And life progresses onward.... and toward Shoes.

I have been working my ass off lately. Work, work, work... no play.

Between the 9 to 6 and the club door and the almost fainty spell I had on the metro the other day plus the "til 2 or 3 am" phone calls wit tha Brooklyn Boy...

Hot damn a bitch is tired. And sad part about it all is, my stomachs been bothering me, my head has felt funny and when I told folks I didn't feel good, at least 3 people asked me if I was pregnant. How tha fuck Imma be pregnant and I just dropped 3 lbs? But that shit made me paranoid as fuck anyway so We tested.

TEST SAYSSSSS:

Please peep the digital magic


I'm paranoid like that. Plus a toddler blew a kiss at me and I took it as the curse of death. and inevitably, the minute after you take the test, period comes. I do love me some periods tho.

I can't help that I'm a weirdo. I was talking to this random guy and he was real funny about his housing situation and letting me see his crib.

Something about a lot of messy roommates, but I jump straight to conclusion Number 1, which in my book is : You have a wife and 3 kids stashed in yo house and that's why I can't see it and therefore you are done.

Wrap it up, keep it moving. I got enough of my own issues. I ain't got time for house hangups too.

Any fuckin who. While I was at CVS gettin this fancy test, I saw this shit:



32 dollars and you'll never be embarrassed on the Maury show again.


Technology is awesome. Imma sleep my ass of tonight tho. Yummy late night phone calls and shit are cool and all but I need rest.

Imma get me a rest this weekend too. And since I ain't pregnant and therefore don't gotta go abortin shit... Imma go get me some ridiculously expensive shoes because:

  1. Shoes are a necessity.
    No shirt, no shoes, no service.
    &
  2. Like, you need shoes. Fo yo feet cuz it gets cold and there's glass in the street and without shoes you need way more tetanus shots.

    Not to mention that...

  3. People marched and protested so that I could have the right to work and vote so that I could be financially independant and spend my money as I see fit. Therefore you cannot judge me for my shoe habit. Woman's Suffrage says so.


I work and I am woman. Hear me roar and watch me buy shoes and get a facial Saturday.

Yves Saint Laurent Lola Platform

Comments

Kookie said…
I love shoes the higher the better...in fact more men should buy shoes instead of roses or candy thats a valentines day gift I will cherish!
24/4/09 6:20 PM
simone_dior said…
this post-- the fact you gonna get those shoes... put you on my girl crush list. ysl--DROOOOOL!!
3/5/09 11:09 PM
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