Right in the middle of whining that someone threw out my travel-size toothpaste, I realized that I have no idea where my wallet is. Well, one of them. And that's the problem. The larger, can-stand-on-its-own-as-a-really-tiny-pu
I am currently trying to put on the appearance of chillaxing with a soda in front of the computer in order to trick the small wallet into coming out of hiding. I have less than two hours before I leave. *whistles innocently*
P.S. I have also misplaced a thirtysomething-year-old Croatian man. About yay high, yay wide, answers to the name of "Vladimir." If you've seen him, please drop him off here at my journal or tell him that "Cleo" is looking for him.
ETA: Bad wallet! Bad! Hiding at the bottom of my bag like that! Bad! I spank you!