Let's pretend I have a suitcase full of extra cash to blow on extravagant purchases. Its a little game I like to play---sort of an updated version of one I used to daydream about as a child, when I'd imagine all the goodies I'd snag if someone would pretty please just lock me in the mall overnight. Yeah, nothing philanthropic or deep here. This is head-in-the-sand, economy? what economy?, pure selfish escapism.
Let's start here. Oh my god, how I want to live in this.
Oh, what things I would do with you.
We'd look good together.
Especially if we had this with us, too. A bag big enough to hold all my things PLUS my camera in my favorite color, and in the prefect shade of red orange. Sigh.
Alright. Enough of this game. I am sick of this wanting. It was nice to daydream, though.