Never, in all my years of being pissed, have I ever lost my phone, wallet or handbag. But, last night I did just that. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. 2 weeks before I leave the country I go out to celebrate Dave finishing work and lose my fucking hangbag. I thought I was smart going to Vinnies yesterday and buying a little black number for $2 cause all my handbags are packed and in storage. And now I've left the fucker somewhere. Containing $224, which I couldn't care less about, my phone, visa, eftpos card, licence and apartment keys. FUCK! So now, today's mission, hungover and feeling like shit, is to try and find it or otherwise I'm fucked and will have to cancel everything. God, please help me!
