Shit my bag says

There’s a meme (I hate that word. Hate it like brussel sprouts!) going around at the moment in which you itemise the contents of your handbag. I love this, because I am supremely nosy and derive great joy from the minutiae of other people’s lives. Also, I bought a new handbag last night, so I figured that I may as well participate since I had to take everything out of mine anyway.

In my bag:

• 1 notebook.
• 1 tin of mints (clicky lid > eating of mints).
• 1 pair sunglasses and 1 pair actual glasses.
• 1 reusable bag.
• World’s oldest cellphone -- it doesn’t even take pictures! What it does do, however, is make calls. And refuse to ever break. Sucks to be me.
• 1 point-and-click camera, stored in old sock (see above re: crap phone).
• World’s oldest iPod.
• Black knit hat (useful for both rain and impromptu burglary).
• Work ID and swipe card.
• 2 Strepsils, 2 Nurofen, 3 Werthers.
• 1 bunch keys with stuffed pukeko.
• 4 assorted lip balm/gloss/sticks.
• Hand cream and nail file.
• 7 old receipts.
• 1 wallet.
• 2 sets of post-it flags.
• 1 mechanical pencil (no lead).
• 1 eraser for the mechanical pencil with no lead.
• 4 highlighters.
• 10 pens (assorted colours).

Obviously, all of these things are ENTIRELY NECESSARY. Especially the FIFTEEN different writing implements.

In my wallet:

• Assorted bank, store and loyalty cards.
• 3 out-of-date business cards (interestingly, zero current business cards).
• A ticket to Wicked for January 2009 -- in London.
• A ticket to Hanson for September 2008 -- in Seattle.
• 70 cents and an American dime.
• A bobby pin.
• An underground ticket.
• A subway ticket for an unknown city.
• 11 different coffee cards.
• A passport photo (just in case?).
• A ticket to the Hospital ball (which was last Friday -- but I designed the tickets, which makes it okay).