I feel like blogging, so I’m going to start the yearly blog
post off right with something self-indulgent in a list format.
First, I like to look at posts where people meticulously go over their possessions. Tell me where you got that rug! Let know know what's in your bag, PLEASE! Really, I do like them. So much that sometimes I think about doing my own. there is a major discrepancy, however, when I actually sit down to write them.
What I thought would be in my purse as an almost 26-year-old
woman:
- Keys to my condo/loft in the city where I live with my thriving plant collection and a cat.
- Moleskin notebooks where I write down my thoughts and musings. A separate one for grocery lists!
- Fancy headphones neatly stowed away in a pouch.
- Lots of cash because I’m successful and RICH!!!! So rich!
What is really in my purse:
- A ripped dollar bill that keeps tricking me but I won't throw away because is that illegal?
- Dessert gum because I read on a blog that it tooootally satiates sugar craving and tastes just like real dessert and if you chew it you will be so skinny and bikini ready! It tastes like plastic sprinkled with lemon flavoring and even that only lasts like three seconds.
- Subway cards. So many Subway cards. I don't remember ever going to Subway.
- Enough red lipstick to supply every single Marilyn Monroe impersonator should the lipstick industry ever go under.
- A ticket to Monster Jam.
- A fishing game, sans one fish because someone got a little rowdy last night after the Toro Y Moi show.
At least my Photoshop skills have never been better! Don't look too closely!
