It was the shoes that did it...

I realize that you're not supposed to base a major life decision on something as inconsequential as footwear, but these weren't just any old shoes. These were my Jimmy Choo polka dot sling back sandals. As a starving college student I couldn't afford to pay retail so I surfed eBay and scored a pair for less than half the original price. Even so, they represented a major indulgence for me; I saved my tip money for two solid months to pay for those suckers.

And then Johnnie ruined them and threw them out.

Maybe I should be grateful on some level that Johnnie did what he did, but I haven't managed to evolve to that point yet. I've done a lot of healing and a lot of growing, as my shrink used to say, but I'm still royally pissed at Johnnie about those sandals.

So pissed that sometimes I forget to feel bad about killing him.