Recently, I realized the sheer number of things that I carry around with me on a daily basis. And so, here is my no-holds-barred analysis of the world inside my purse....
Wallet: contains my credit card, debit card, license, library card, and a myriad of discount cards for various stores. Usually contains some amount of cash, as well as the odd scrap of paper that I scrawled in a hurry and then forgot about. Does anyone remember the connection between cotton balls and Gwar?!?
Breath Mints: usually some type of IceBreakers. Reveals my paranoia about having bad breath. This was manifested in the seventh grade when I watched some guy get dumped because he had bad breath when he kissed his girlfriend. The sheer humiliation of this poor fellow was enough to scar me for life, and guarantee my ability to become minty fresh on cue.
Blackberry: some call it obsession. I call it love. I love this little phone, as it connects me to whatever I need it to. In addition, it is in an adorable zebra case. The Blackberry seems to represent me in a basic, electronical way: small, smart, stylish, and constantly making Tarzan noises.
Zune: again, some would call my attachment to this awesome MP3 player an unhealthy one. I can't be without music, especially when I'm bored. This little device holds all of my beloved tunes, and the SkullCandy headphones attached to it fit my ears perfectly. This device could also arguably be a security blanket for me....I'm quite shy around strangers, and sometimes my Zune takes the pressure off.
Keys: carried out of necessity and also out of a need to know where home is at all times. Since home is a bit of a sanctuary, losing the keys is a HUGELY traumatic experience, as it means losing ground and being stranded.
Chapstick: I am scared to death of having scabby, sunburned lips. Bleccchhhhhhhhh.
Band-Aids: I am a total klutz, and it pays off to keep Band-Aids on my person at all times. My current style is the Healing Fairies. The jury's still out on whether the fairies actually help to heal.
Hand Sanitizer: it's an icky world out there, folks. Protect yourself.
Rubber Band: fits into my neuroses about my thick, curly, hair, which I have a TON of. Seriously...it may arguably be two thousand pounds of hair. On my bad days I look like the white Diana Ross.
Now, here's my question for you....
What do you lug around day after day?!