Fur Coat.

When I become a millionaire, I am going to walk around wearing nothing but expensive lingerie and a really obnoxious fur coat. Until I become a millionaire, I'll just have to settle for the fur coat.

~sarah p.

p.s. Is vintage fur evil? Considering that it's just second-hand murder? I don't have "new fur" money anyway. I work in non-profit, and I'm the breadwinner of the house. I barely have fake fur money, and fake fur is horrrrrrrible.

p.p.s. Every time I'm downtown at The Bay, I walk past the fur storage to try to catch a peek at a real, live rich person wearing beautiful, envious amounts of fur. I haven't seen one yet, but it really give me something to look forward to.

p.p.p.s. Am I evil? I feel a little evil.

Ginger Ale.

When I was 20, I worked at a small restaurant in Victoria, where the owner told me, on the first day, that their ginger ale was just Sprite mixed with a little bit of Coke.
I had mixed feelings about obtaining this knowledge.
On one hand, I was privy to some sorts of super soda secret, but on the other hand, what else in my life is a total fallacy?

~sarah p.