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Oh, god of purses
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I mentioned a couple entries back that I keep my life in my back pocket, that being my driver's license, bank card, and proof of auto insurance I've been meaning to transfer to the car. My driver's license is about to split above the stripe and will need replacing because of my ass. This will be the second time my ass broke my license. The picture is of a pregnant dog anyway, though the DMV seems to pride itself on not allowing us to update our photo when we most want to.

I am already having trouble with the new purse I bought myself. First of all, I love my sister, but I hope to hell she doesn't win her auctions on tokidoki bags because the tokidoki is mine and not ours, you see. I'd rather not look like my grandma and her sister when making a fashion statement. I think god understands me on this one and has my back. Second, I'm afraid to carry the bag because I'm afraid someone will a. want to steal things obviously in the bag and/or b. want to steal the bag. Last night I grocery shopped and was ready to go with bag over my shoulder. I was scared to carry it, so opted for the usual back pocket and coat pocket fare. Now I remember why I don't carry a purse.

I pictured myself whipping a wrench out of the thing when someone asked me for all my money. I could fit every Clue weapon in the bag at once. Big change going from a tight back pocket to what could be a week's worth of luggage. If I ever run away I've got just the bag to do it. Unless someone steals it. And I'm not sure god can help me there.


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