Adventures On Canal Street

I was on Canal street for a matter of minutes before a tiny Asian woman gave my arm a death grip and pushed me into a panel in a wall. I was then escorted down a dark tunnel into another secret passage into a room full of stolen Juicy Couture sweatsuits and Balenciaga bags. How do I know they were stolen? Well, I don't I only had assurance from the Asians around me that they were.

"These real. Stolen goods. Very secret. Very good."

After attempting to leave I was pushed into another room full of horrible replications of Coach and Louis Vuitton bags. I finally managed to squeeze my way out of the crowded room without purchasing anything. Back on the street I reunited with my 2 friends. They were relieved to see I wasn't actually abducted and sold into slavery, but abducted and coaxed into nearly buying a stolen Balenciaga bag.

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I have acquired a new obsession with these. They are my new favorites.

Tonight I am going to the All American Rejects/Hawthorne Heights/Fall Out Boy concert. Drunk Dixie and 1500 screaming 13 year-olds.

At least it's a great excuse to use my new Chloe bag.