last sunday, i rose from bed with one goal in mind. to get this bag that i had been courting for three months and start a new life of lovely organization and awesomeness. because isn’t that what ever girl thinks when she gets a new bag?
you idealize where your tube of lipstick will go. how many books it will hold without giving you a bruise on your shoulder (true story: home girl over here got a bruise on her right shoulder from a book bag.) and especially how your life will change with the purchase of this new bag. but i know myself too well. and also, i once stuffed this much into a bag that i then displayed to the inter webs just under two years ago.
i went to my friend jane’s dorm as she had a few things to give me. i looked down at my purse and let out a “classic mackenzie.”
yes. that is an entire french press.
and the same keys from two years ago, plus a huge sock monkey key chain that might be the reason why i am single. another true story: i went on a date a few weeks ago and the guy seemed disturbed by the sheer size of my keychain. we only went on one more date after that. i like to believe he was just intimidated by my prowess. it’s a hard life.
a pair of hiking boots (you never know?)
my dog wallet for those moments where you just need a happy, panting husky to stare right back at you. which is to say, always.
headphones, obviously. and my so-called “muppet gloves” that i assume also intimidate all of my dating prospects.
books on books on books. only a planner, a journal, and “james und der riesenpfirsich” plus my baby german dictionary for reading on the subway. so far, no bruising.
a pink wristband from having society finalize realize that, as a 21 year old lady i can now order a “dirty shirley temple” (don’t google this, please) at a concert for a reggae beatles tribute band that might have been called “the yellow dubmarine”. ( you should google them. they’re great. especially this jam.)
in short, i am my bag. and i am very pleased by this, organized lipstick compartment or not.
anyways. i don’t even know how to put on lipstick, let alone find it in my purse.