Bad boyfriends are like a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos. You want them so bad when you first see ‘em and you end up shelling out way too much money just so you can call ‘em yours. When you finally bring them home, you realize they don’t really go with anything else in your closet (life). You hope for that rare day when you get to dress ‘em up and show ‘em off thinking all the other gals will envy you but when you do, they cause you nothing but pain, they wear out too quickly (if you know what I mean) and they end up sitting around your house, being useless, collecting dust. And those other gals? Not envious. My point? Throw ‘em out of the house and go shopping.