the worst joke in the world ended with “luggage, not baggage” or maybe that came in the middle, i can’t remember because how do you sieve a brain for the things you want and the things you shouldn’t? if i could i’d push you through the mesh to strain the sad out of me
this purse was supposed to last me throughout the month, or year, if you're funny like that. the candy apple red satchel/backpack hybrid i'm currently lugging around just begs for schoolgirl bunches and knee socks. neither of which are a feasible option at the moment - cue short hair and summer.
but oh! the love of my life is the yipyap-iest sheltie in the world and i get served dinner in bed every night so come on, get happy.
will write soon, or hopefully some time after the world ends.
postscript: snapshot from the (2nd!) most isolated city in the world. home is where no one else is.