Boys are like bags

Im a stranger, with lots of thoughts swirling around in my head and last night, among other nights i got to thinking. Thinking about the obvious; boys and the big shit storm that comes with having one, or indeed the lack of one. Since 2012 ive had my eye on the Alexander Wang duffle bag and ive wanted it for fucking ages, day in day out i think about it and wish i had it. Im thinking boys are pretty much the same, y'know you really want it, you pine about it for months on end, then when you finally get it its lovely, its brand new, no one elese has had it. The after after a few months you spill something on it, you wash it but it aint coming off, its stuck. You look at it in reality its not all its cracked up to be and your just sat there wondering why you spent £800 on something so shit and breakable. So yeah moral of the story, head to topshop darling because when a £40 bag gets a stain it aint gonna ruin your life.