Onna Chance

Purse karma haunts me.

I think it all started with that stupid fly that landed on my favorite belt-purse when I was ten. It barfed up ten times its body mass in green relish-looking globs, and nobody believed me when I said that a fly did it. ~.~

But it cursed me for all eternity from purses. Now I can only use back-packs. It's true! My purses don't just break -- they have to fall apart in the oddest ways. >>