I need a gym bag. Wait, let me rephrase. I WANT a gym bag. Now, if I wasn't such a hoity toity, stuck up b*tch, I'd use some bag I already owned. Or a plastic grocery bag. But no. I want a gym bag. A cute one. I want THIS gym bag. Technically, it's a "weekend bag" but my ass never travels.
Look at it. It's practically begging to have my sweaty gym clothes up inside it. Such a tease. But since I'm on this "I gotta save money so I'm not living out of my car when I'm 50" kick--$280 is a bit steep. This is where having a sugar daddy would come in handy. (Cough. Cough. Hint. Hint.)
XOXO, Mason

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