its a sexual revolution
i decided to take a day off working on my portfolio since that is all i have done everyday for the past two and half weeks... so im cleaning my room and a sad thing has come to past. my very dearly beloved caboodle that i have had ever since i started my path into womanhood has to be thrown away. it got a huge crack in it and broke in half. for the past several months its been sitting on my drawing table collecting dust, and i just can stand it sitting there in such a sad state anymore. i remember it's glory days, the christmas i got, all the KAP shows its been with me, the trips all over the world it has protected my clothing from shampoo spills, all the time i took it to kirstan's to get ready for dances. its been through so much with me its hard to let it go, its like a good old friend. it even still has the race car sticker my middle school boyfriend (tho i dont remember which one) gave me for good luck in the school play. i feel like this is some sort of cruel "welcome to adulthood" moment "where big starkly blue/green boxes are no longer an acceptable form of makeup holder" sometimes its sucks growing up.