Dear Pennies & Pens,
I deleted the original post and started over. I lost my train of thought and the ink was just randomly spread throughout the page. It just didn’t make any fuckin sense.
So I’m trying again. I hope I get it right this time. To update you on my last post, I’m still broke. I decided to get a payday loan to cover rent and then my Pops gave me cash to buy food. So I got to eat. It was really nice. I like eating.
I got paid today. But I had to pay the payday loan off so I’m still broke. I’m supposed to be a Vendor at the National Black Book Festival in Houston this October but I don’t have the $150 I need to secure the bag aka my spot. I also would have to get copies of my books, purchase decor items for my table, and get a hotel + rental car to travel to Houston. So that’s more cash to spend…you know pennies that I don’t have.
Then there’s my next few press trips. I’m working on Philly for July, Nashville for August, Italy in September, and Copenhagen is apparently still a potential for October. So I’ve also gotta pull some cash out of my ass for that. Fuckin shit, b.
I’ve been pitching to potential sponsors and investors. And y’all get this…an investment firm emailed me back the same day that I emailed them! Fuckin dope right?! They weren’t at all interested but they said my company had potential and they are excited about our growth. So shit I’ll take that.
I’m pitching to Fortune 500 companies first because they are the hardest to get in contact with and it’s virtually impossible to land projects with them. A couple have actually responded…it wasn’t a “yes” per se but they didn’t say no either.
I’ll take what I can get at this point. I literally just can’t do what I’m doing anymore. I hate my job and it shows. I literally get so mad just thinking about showing up. It’s so bad that I don’t even know what I’m mad about anymore.
For the longest time, I thought it was the pay, the management, and the job itself…it is those things but it’s even more than that. The fact of the matter is that I am just mad. Solange says I’ve got the right to be mad. She also said this shit is for us. Some shit you can’t touch. All my niggas in the whole wide world.
I want a fuckin upgrade. To first class. All day everyday. I’m tryna pop bottles motherfucker. It’s fun to write about being broke but living it is awful. I’m finna make some Lemonade. I can’t afford to buy juice.
But y’all I have a potential sponsor. Like a real one. They told me they have a budget to hire creatives to feature them online. Goodness gracious, what a novel concept. A company that will PAY you to promote them. Who ever heard of such a thing in 2019? People honestly think you’re supposed to be content blogging for pennies and clicks. Bitch, please.
I like this new Penny. I still don’t have a man but I’ve got two regulars at the job that I wouldn’t mind cozying up with after a long day. And one is white. So I’m not completely racist. Just 50%.
Alright my ass done had too much wine. Love, peace, and hair grease (FYI — white people, hair grease is used to moisturize black hair.)
And there it is. de la Pen…All Pen Everything. With us, keeping it real never goes wrong.
