Like Mother...
... Like Son
Not that I would usualy mind inheriting thh attributes of my mother, but there are somethings that I wish would just skip me over.
One being the case of carrying around a big black hole...
Oh wait, not that.
I mean this ...
I know I have given mom a hard time about digging for hours through her big black "Mark Jacobs" pit of a bag (which I really like, dont get me wrong); But today Im in the library and was thinking, hmm I'd really like some gum and I remembered that I had some in my bag. Ive been using my lacoste dufflle as my school bag and It has been working great but today as I went to get my pack of gum I just couldnt find it. I searched and searched the inside pocket, absolutley sure that I had put it in there. Then I had to start emptying out my books to dig deeper, rummaging my hand like a desperate theif through the bag. In my fit of exploration I realized oh my heck, this is something my mom would do. Insistingly, I quickly found the gum and tried to dicretley clean up the tornado that ravaged over my desk by scooping all the books and papers back into the pit and then sat and tried to process what just happened. Mom, I love you but I dont want to have your purse issues with my school bag.
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In fact a co-worker was laughing at me because this morning i pulled out:
a travel size bottle of scope, a copy of Vogue, and a bottle of o.j. all from my Speedy LV this morning. (and this was just the 1st layer of crap in my bag)