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I’m roaming around this blog precariously munching popcorn, sipping seven up and covered in crushing hodgepodge. At least I’ve finished the Chekhov short stories while standing in the train. The words were gorgeous. Sometimes it’s just more enriching to just chill. Upon alighting at my stop, I began a phone conversation with my friend detailing the classic style of a hermes bag. She got herself in the two-year waiting list. I'm still deeply overwhelmed by the sheer price and power of labels. But a chanel small leather good evidently exist in my most coveted items. To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow. Pathetic, I know. I'm just here to heave a sigh.