This is my wallet.

My real wallet died a few nights ago. Jess brought it back from Spain when I was a sophomore in high school. I am now a JUNIOR in COLLEGE. It was a cute wallet. I stopped using it after SIX people in my group got their wallets stolen. And when the stitching was falling apart, and pieces of leather just started coming off. I think its bath at Sty Head may have expedited that poor, pink leather wallet's death. After its funeral, I just started putting everything in the pockets of my purse. And then that purse's zipper died which made me paranoid, so anyway, I am down to this. Digging out cash from a plastic bag. It's pretty awesome when I go to buy something and the plastic corners stick out of my purse. Everyone should get a wallet like this.