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When former sorority presidents step over the line. Waaaaay over the line.
But look to the left column at the Sappho's Girls ad. "Porn with an intellectual edge." Intriguing, mais non? I'm just saying...
Sadly/blissfully for me, porn comes brined in grease. Lots of lovely, lovely grease.
Oh wait, it also comes in bags. Glorious, glorious bags. Which is why this gave me a little shiver. And this gave me one more. And then, (perhaps not-so) coincidentally, my sweet and benevolent mother bought a bad ass bag for a terrific price and then generously decided it was really more "Jessica" than "Trina" and so she gave it to me to go with my fall line (which is pretty much the same as my summer line but replacing the flip-flops with leather boots whilst wearing capris and adding a long-sleeve layering shirt over cute but overly summery tees). It's all dark purple leather and big enough to hide PullUps and still mamafied enough for lip gloss and back up ballerina flats.
So now I am challenged to finally let the slouchy black, grommeted rocker mama bag with the straps I've sewn back on twice just slide back to the pursey rehab with Lindsey Lohan's hobo purse and Amy Winehouse's little stash pouch are hiding out for a while. Then I will be a good little organizer and clean out all that crapola (and definitely list it here so you continue to be enthralled at the content you find here) and put only the good stuff into my new pretty European carry-all, where it will be Suze Ormen-style tidy for a week to ten days. Voila! Super coquine et petillante!