but I can dig that new breed babe

This might be the fluffiest post i ever written and in the most part it’s strictly for girls. Although it might actually give my few male readers an insight to exactly how crazy women are.

I have a confession to make – I love my new handbag. In fact, to be more specific, i love my new handbag because it’s big.

There must be some kind of metaphorical or literal reference i can make here to justify waxing lyrical about a big handbag (and by the end of this post ill have thought of one) But, right now, in all honestly, i just like the fact i can get my umbrella, water, notebook, scarf, huge phone, fags, uni map (i keep getting lost), pretty much my entire make up bag, a hair brush, fruit, occasionally a bottle of wine, the kitten if she’d let me and a pair of flat shoes in there without any problem whatsoever apart from a little shoulder ache.

I’ve never been a handbag type of girl. I only had a handbag because i had to have somewhere to out my stuff (basically – my phone, purse, fags, passport, keys and that is it, I would put all in my pockets like a bloke if i could). But, for some reason i now need all this stuff. There was a time when i put a little mascara on in the morning and forgot about it. Now i know it needs a touch up. There was a time i brushed my hair once a day, never wore 4 inch heals, worried about an umbrella (i had a hood), or cared about fruit and water. But i care about all these things now.

And therefore i need a nice bad. A nice big bag.

I really don’t know how this happened. Plus today, to match the big beautiful brown leather bag i wore full make up, heals, skinny jeans, a floaty ghost top and my smart coat – to university!

What the hell has happened to me? Have i been possessed by a proper girl? And who can i blame? And can i be exorcised?

Kxx

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