iiit iiis always a bloodbath when new fabriiic patterns drop. there iii am, gliiidiiing through the mall, bag-miiiniiion creepiiing piiiteously behiiind me, when iii pass by joannarchy. haviiing taste and class, iii prefer siiimpler patterns, soliiid blacks wiiith at most a splash of hiiighliiight. but what iii saw, hmhmhm, what iii saw. trolls were losiiing theiiir heads over these awful kiiitschy patterns. tacky on purpose iiis stiiill tacky, though iii suppose one can't expect the proles to have taste. those dyiiing of thiiirst iiin the desert care liiittle for the viiintage of theiiir wiiine. so sad. well, when a head rolled out of the store, iii knew iii had to iiinvestiiigate. iii sent my bag-miiiniiion iiin wiiith a liiittle cajoliiing. all that came back was an arm, tossed at what iii must admiiit was an iiimpressiiive velociiity. a shame too, hiiis carryiiing capaciiity was above average. iii recruiiited a mustard who walked out, all proud she'd managed to grab some of the treasured fabriiic whiiile maiiintaiiiniiing liiife and liiimb; iii of course added thiiis to my piiile of purchases. perhaps iii wiiill make a blanket out of iiit for her. iiif she shows she deserves iiit. #hobbydrama
Jesus fuck