I am no Carrie Bradshaw, just another shadow to her bedazzling metropolitan lifestyle and yet another artisan with a black pen instead of a Mac Book, well an HP. While she strolls down 5th Avenue in Jimmy Choos and devours Manolo Blahniks, I stumble in Nikes and more Nikes, maybe strut Steve Madden’s when I feel desirable on a moonlit night in L.A. Love triangles are non-existent in my life and post-it break ups are beyond every shade of taxi cab yellow found in my desk drawers.
The economy can subterfuge through her collection of men and my 4th grade letters. Part-time student, in need of a part-time job? I'm not the only one searching through Craigslist. Even our therapeutical bargain booze from Trader Joes to ease the pain has inflated. Next thing you know, the "Value Meal" will be of a $5 value and child obesity will decrease...yeah right. What's it going to take? A Black president and new orders of business to settle? Oh, and time? I hope so or else Shepard Fairey could've saved his mug shot for a t-shirt.
We're in need of some Soul.
your like a PRO writer haha!
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