  I was tidying up my room a bit today and I came across an old bag of mine (Mm..Loop NYC) and I noticed there was a great deal of stuff at the bottom. I peered into the bag and said what the fuck? Inside that tote bag was all the lip balm/stick/gloss that this world has ever produced. And also, two packs of Juicy Fruit and an unopened pack of peach Smints (which, by the way, are the greatest things ever. ) It was like my birthday came twice in one year. I've only used this bag once, so where the hell was I going and why did I need that much stuff? I am puzzled, to say the least. ETA: I'm finding the strangest things in my closet. Two plaid miniskirts.
Because one was not enough? When and why did I buy those? Also found: - Purple corset (I think I wore that to a wedding a couple of years ago. God I sound like such a goth faggot. ) - Knee high pointy toed boots (Wore to homecoming sophomore year. Shut up, it went with my suit. ) - Ugly but comfy floor length green skirt. Wow. If I had a time machine, I would go back and shoot myself for making such horrid fashion choices. That would mean that I wouldn't exist, but thinking too much about the complexity of the space time continuum makes my head hurt. I'll just look out the window and think about birds for awhile. 
