Friday, July 16, 2004 The things we carry I'm exhausted and caffeinated and my neck is hurting like a motherfucker. Thus, it is nearly impossible for me to put words together, but in an effort to be conscientous about the updating, I provide you with a look into what's inside my bag, and thus an idea of what's inside my head. First, a description of my bag -- big enough to hold an entire life, but not too big to be unclassified as a purse. Hot pink in color, corderoy material, with a few smudges making the material look lived in. When I carry it -- which is pretty much all the time -- it hangs like a messenger bag, resting against my ass, a solid reminder of all the things I want and need to do. And within it, you'll find: pens (4) mechanical pencil honest-to-god Gucci sunglasses, found in a cafe by Das Roomie and bestowed upon me because they didn't fit her head Alan Moore's Writing for Comics glasses case (too small to fit the Gucci sunglasses) checkbook cigarette lighter with sunflower on it (despite the fact that I don't smoke) three hair clips cell phone ticket stub for Anchorman lipsticks (2, pink and fuschia) Flash disc holding copies of po-mo rom-com, Girl Scout comic book script, and last month's Bookslut column cell phone flyer for college friend's rock show this week's paycheck paystub from last week's paycheck Dark red knit square with heart pattern ancient, decrepit notebook of story ideas, opening sentences, research notes, and funny doodles Unnamed Studio security badge Wizard People, Dear Reader (burned onto two CDs) program from wedding attended three weeks ago Creamy Coconut Nourishing Anti-Bacterial Hand Lotion Wallet Empty Altoids tin Button advertising Get Your War On II by David Reese Box of matches from The Fish Market in Palo Alto Slaughterhouse Five, by Kurt Vonnegut Man. No wonder it's so heavy. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.