Today I realized I treat men like handbags:
Preferring the $4 trendy, broken, vintage, barely lasting the two weeks it takes me to find another types...........when, perhaps, an expensive investment in some quality & longlasting designer might improve my poisoned lovelife.
my Mary Dee counters with, "but there's more adventure in a short-lived vintage"--
To which I reply [in my head], "seen one vintage, seen em all"
Sure.
The suades & crushed velvets & intricate beading look great under street lamps and neon signs, but waking up with such extravagance just feels silly.
Sometimes all you really need is morning breath, dirty hair, swollen lips and ugly underwear.
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