Forcing myself to choose the clothing, shoes, hats, magazines, underwear, socks, pens, shampoo, snacks, bras, sweaters, books and tweezers I will take on an eight-day road trip makes me feel:
NAUSEATED
WISTFUL FOR ALL THE SCARVES I WON'T WEAR THAT I AM LEAVING BEHIND
LIKE AN AMALGAM OF FRANCES FARMER AND IMELDA MARCOS
Keep On Truckin,
President of Toiletry
2 comments:
Road trip. Snacks. Yeah.
I really don't think there's anything better, is there?
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