I live in a small city(♥in AMERICA's glasses♥), so my mom is convinced that whenever I go out to a large city, Fanny must come too. Screw my purse. If I argue, I do not get to go. Period.
So far Fanny has followed me to:
1. A graveyard (that was in the same city I live in)(It was for a volunteering reason...)
2.A swimming party I got to go to for U.I.L 2.5 Another swimming Party. Ugh. (insert shame moments I've forgotten)
3.Me getting to go see the Astros play baseball (I just treated it like a purse that time)
It always bunches up on my hips, and it had never been washed. . .I think, I usually just leave it in the far edge of my closet, but it always finds me... It just looks old and uncool. D:
D:<
So far Fanny has followed me to:
1. A graveyard (that was in the same city I live in)(It was for a volunteering reason...)
2.A swimming party I got to go to for U.I.L
2.5 Another swimming Party. Ugh.
(insert shame moments I've forgotten)
3.Me getting to go see the Astros play baseball (I just treated it like a purse that time)
It always bunches up on my hips, and it had never been washed. . .I think, I usually just leave it in the far edge of my closet, but it always finds me... It just looks old and uncool. D: