jimmy choo's

I have a penchant for cute shoes. Cute brown sling backs with rounded toe shoes. I saw some cute jimmy choos… but I don’t have jimmy choo money… I have enzo, nine west money though. Money is tight in the epi household. I’m grossly underpaid grossly overworked and I have picked up a few projects all in effort to make this deal a little sweeter when I sell it to my next employer. How is that coming along? … It’s not. I have been on the grind for about four months now looking for another gig…either one of three things are the results of my pursuit…. 1) they aren’t offering enough money for my self -determined worth 2) crazy hours with up to 25% travel (I’m a single parent, this ain’t gonna happen) or 3) supervisory experience in which I have none of. I say this to say that in about a year, I will be moving to another state, preferably GA or SC. The ghettos of New York City are becoming unbearable, real estate is already bananas, the rat race is becoming more sadistic and I have a child. A black male child. The ghetto is waiting, salivating to eat him alive. The gangs here are helter skelter… I’m just waiting to open my apartment door only to see a dead body propped against it. He will have all the opportunity in the world to face adversity without me putting him directly in the mix and I owe it to him to show him there are other ways to live… not cramped up in a 500 square foot two bedroom apartment in which I can barely afford because the rent is 2000 for a corner apartment in the middle of a c.rip/b.lood war zone. And I want some brown sling backs with rounded toes when the moment befits me. Some jimmy choos if I want.

On other fronts, things with Stick are going well. (Stick is the bf’s alias). I had to yam in his ear about recent events… read: his damn slacking. Like Maleike said, the tone must be set from the very beginning… but it bothers me none to whip a nicca into shape. If I must remind you, in every conversation, of my worth and options, that is what I will do. I don’t think this is even a little bit extreme because if I do not tell him, he will never know. Men love to claim oblivion as their next of kin. Communication (not to be confused with nagging) is key. Now, if I think my mentions aren’t being valued and respected, then we both can resign from the relationship. Life is too short to be purposefully unhappy.

“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet.”
James Oppenheim
Holla, Mr. Oppenheim.