So my room is a wreck right now. This picture is just merely a rouse, a contained wreck, so to speak.

Because I’m really not this organized. Granted, I am onto space saver bag number 2 {thanks, Maman}, but still wondering : how the hell did I end up with this little of shit in my suitcase that looks like a lot?

I mean, in all defense, I haven’t really packed all that much. At all. Swearsies. The jars of peanut butter don’t count, because that’s something I won’t be able to buy while I’m there {what country doesn’t freaking have or sell peanut butter?!}.

Yet, somehow, it’s like a bomb went off inside my suitcase and I am left wondering “where in the hell did this come from?”.

I really only want to take one carry on with me, and that would be my rather large, pleather bound bag that Guru fixed in time for me {thanks, Gu} — because if we think about it, how the heck am I supposed to switch metros and all that jazz with Big Blue {that would be my appropriately named suitcase}, oversized pleather on my shoulder and some other bag?

Not going to happen.

And instead of being concerned about big things, like say, logistical decisions, I’m worried about: making sure I remember to pack Tums, my toe nails and what jeans look and feel best for flight wear.

Yes, we all know how important it is to have well groomed toe nails and Tums. My god, where would I be without Tums? Never leave home, or the country, without them.

I am off to finish packing, as much as I can, and then fall into some sweet dreaming with The BF. Till tomorrow, biatches.

I don’t really think you guys are biatches. I’ve just been wanting to say that. For like a really long time. Like.