I am going to be a famous inventor.
I shall create and patent a handbag light, to go in all black handbags, so that things no longer get sucked into the black abyss of clutter and shadows. Pah, who needs Uni?
And two things that I find unnecessary for people...
1. Weight. 2. Wealth. Financial standing. Fiscal matters in general.
I am being a selfish shellfish.
In the past hour alone
I have haphazardly packed my entire life into a small van, moved it less than four kilometre away from its previous home, and begun hauling it up in tiny fragmented pieces, to put it back together somewhere not quite familiar. I need some more sleep.
I am full of the sad.
My parents are forcing me to clean out/cull my wardrobe. Who are they to say that I don’t need that amazing shoulder-padded, beaded, feather adorned dress? Or a million velvet dresses, huh? Who cares if I’ve only worn something once, for a couple of hours, to an obscurely themed costume party? I mean, what if, in a life or death situation, I’m told I must wear it? What then?...