Wednesday, July 20, 2005


I carry one million things with me. I can put on lipstick while driving. I have things that are absorbent in case of leaks. I compile baggies of pills to take everywhere with me. I even have a large LV bag to handle all of the cargo I carry. Who am I?

Why can’t women be really prepared? Have the check card out before the grocer finishes ringing up your shit? Have the keys out before you get to the door? Am I right? Of course I am! Will anything that a woman carries save her life? Please, for the love of Pete, get your shit together! I got things to do!


Signing out,



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