My poor bag. I had to get a lot of change for work today and dang, 150 dollars in coins is heavy. I thought the arse was gonna fall outta the old thing but it held out until I got to back to the shop. It's lasted a damned long time, easily past the supposed four years the warranty gave it. But now the zippers are all broke, the material's gone thin and I don't think it's much longer of this world. Replacing it's gonna require at least an expedition. Maybe even an adventure.
Spirit Street
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.


1 Comments:
Poor bag. But, yay adventures! I want adventures. Except the good kind of adventures. Not the bad kind that gives me headaches.
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