tonight at pizza luce i took the opportunity of leisure to clean out my purse. chuck got me an ID case for my birthday [shining in the lower right beneath a business card from the northern waters smokehaus] yet a few days ago i had to fumble for my ID because i'd not yet committed to the case.
the pile to the far left is the keeper pile: some hippie gum [cinnamon flavor], a notebook filled with books i want to read from a quaint period before i found the amazon wish list, and "the wind-up bird chronicles" because when i'm waiting for something -- anything, actually -- i like to read. and i always end up waiting for something.
the middle pile is the throw-away pile: atm receipts, an old birth control shell, envelopes for a birthday cards from my grandma pista and lil latrell. a beaten down pack of instant oatmeal [apple cinnamon] because i am always always always afraid that i will wind up hungry somewhere. but this has gotten gross.
the right side is also keepers. important keepers. for instance, did you know you can call northern waters smokehaus and ask if they can make you a sitka sushi sandwish before you drive there? just learned that. parking in canal park is a lot like ... i'm not clever enough for a comparison right now. trust me: if you can do it without casting plastic surgery onto a skateboarder or some blue tooth tube steak from minnehaha, it probably means you know how to teletransport. worth it for the sandwish, but if they're out? you just ruined your not-yet-imprisoned year for nothing!
up in the center right is my michelob golden draft light. i've ceased drinking tasty beers in favor of low-cal beers. why?! because at the end of the night, i like to know that i've saved myself upward of 400 calories and had just as much fun. good beer is great! if i ever become a beer snob with penchant toward moderation, i'll drink those brews. but me? i still like a buzz. not enough to stop going out, but enough to say: the smaller the belly puff, the better.
blue moon? i'll see you in 2020!
not pictured: a tampon that became unwrapped in my purse. this happens often. what is it about an unwrapped tampon that is so disgusting? and does gagging about it make me not a feminist?