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I don't use a purse. A purse does not accommodate my needs. A purse does not understand an umbrella, a case with hairbrush and feminine hygiene products, a notebook, a list of things to be happy about, Christopher Hitchens or Douglas Hofstadter, pens, wallet, headphones, minty Chapstick, doodling implements, a bag of oranges, cheese from the Farmer's Market - variably garlic havarti or triple cream brie - and an extra tsuba. A purse just can't cope. Believe me, I've tried. I've tried to assist the humble purse in being able to handle my purse needs. It just can't. Hell, even I can't handle my shit sometimes. I've taken to using backpacks.
Sadly, this means I couldn't find the one fancy purse I do own, that's pretty much big enough for a cellphone and some money, to use at my friend's wedding later this month. eBay, as always, to the rescue. I bought this cute little satiny job to sit on the table and hide my cellphone and lipstick. My one hope is that my friend's uncle who likes to hide things, doesn't get his hands on it.