If you can’t make it to the Shrine tomorrow morning, don’t forget your local RSL will be holding a service.
I shouldn’t go out after dark.
I need to cover up and not dress too provocatively.
I shouldn’t be alone.
I should be within the company of a male who will protect me from other males.
But not a known male, because I’m more likely to be attacked by someone I already know.
And this is a big one, make sure I don’t drink too much, because otherwise I won’t know my ‘yes’s’ from my ‘no’s’.
So as long as I wear my turtle neck, stay sober, am within the company of a man (but not too many men, because come on, that’s just asking for trouble), and get home by sun down.
I should be right yeah?
What is in Lesley’s bag Clockwise left to right Mail – delivered to her mum’s house. Which her mum has carefully collected and kept aside for her. Which Lesley has then carefully shoved into her handbag unopened and carries around just cherishing it. Ziplock bag of peppermint tea bags – or is it. Headphones – for playing sounds of rainbows and waves, for when she wants to get zen and just yoga. Stolen bank cards – not yet deactivated, still milking it. A post it note to Karen – Karen needs to stop touching Lesley’s stuff apparently. Phone. Or is it a laptop, can’t tell by the massive flip case. Keys – to the storage container where she keeps her most valuable yoga mats. Hair tie with brown hair in it – her hair’s blonde, so this is confusing. Lipstick – not hers, her lips are that beautiful she doesn’t need sht. Coins – for parking meters One shoe insert – explains the limp. Pens – she spells good. Camera – photos NSFW. Chanel Purse – legit as. Parking receipts and fines – sometimes she pays, sometimes she doesn’t. She’s unpredictable, you can’t control a free spirit. Prada bag – thailand spesh
Here is a review of what is in my handbag, just like the celebrities do in the fashion mags.
Clockwise, from left to right.
Coach bag – from the price I paid for it you’d assume it’s legit, but if you saw the store / seller / or backroom it came from, you’d think again.
Pierre Cardin wallet – do you even Visa? I do.
Cigarettes – not mine, someone left them in there.
Selection of scents. Good conversation starters in the girl’s bathroom at bars.
My notebook – not even i understand half the things I write in there.
Nurofen – for when I get stressed out, which is like not even ever.
Mini measuring tape – stolen from my little cousin’s toolkit. It’s so cute. As long as nothing is longer than 3metres, I’ve got it covered.
Makeup – I hardly even use it, it’s just good to have in case one of the girls forgets theirs and needs to borrow some.
Keys – only two are mine. The rest are from people who trust me with their homes and workplaces ???
Pen – I took this from Jessi / Renee’s kitchen drawer. This is awkward.
Chewy Wrappers – everyone has one at least one of these somewhere.
Joker card – gift from Jessi, quite fitting really.
And lastly – my iPhone – I couldn’t get it in the picture, because I was using it to take the picture, because logistics