These are the breaks.

These shoes have changed my life. They have made me cooler, and I think that they add to my safety, as I walk a lot and their whiteness sort of glows. Plus who is gonna mess with a sexy lady in Missy Elliot shoes? I'm talkin signed by the Misdemeanor. Step off.

I have a blog, and I don't know why. It started after the Yuppie Catholic Meet and Greet and all the fashion there; it was going to be about clothes and shoes and what they say and how sparkly they are.

And then I was weeping about how my mother don't love me.

Followed by, and I can promise more of this, the exploitation of the people for whom I work. Mostly the people I work with require casework and therapy because they have been so tremendously exploited already, but then again, people and love and pain are fascinating.

I think that I should write more limericks, take more pictures. Also I will continue to write about race, because check this: I dominated the 'diversity' meeting at work, which has touched off all sorts of mess; my super Catholic cousin asked me to help explain racism to the 'rich white kids' he teaches; and Dave Chappelle is right now on Oprah and breaking my heart.

Sorry about the libraries thing, the two people reading this. But remember this: if you have a problem with me, you have a problem with my kicks, and if you have a problem with my kicks, you have a major problem with Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliot.