We can reach the other side?

If you live in Vancouver and you haven’t gone to Daiso then I’m not sure you’ve really lived. At least, if you’re not 100% adverse to shopping. There’s something about that Japanese $2 store that I can’t seem to get enough of, so I try not to go more than once a month since obviously there are narcotics involved. Also because I can’t seem to spend less than $35 in that store at a time.

I was sad to discover today that they’d run out of the I love cat gift bags which I was so fond of. I’m so moved by the poetic verse of unrequited love in Only imflowing you don’t flowing imflowing/ I must go to you stay a place. Sigh. That’s so sad it hurts me inside.

They were also low on the Sailor Ink Pens, one of the cheapest fountain pens on the planet (again at $2). I have a great fondness for fountain pens despite having absolutely no use for writing instruments in general except for chicken scratching on note pads about server configurations and grocery lists. Nor is my handwriting worthy of fountain pens, even $2 ones, but I like to pretend.

This time at Daiso I picked up some disposable panties, because I like the idea of having disposable underwear even though I don’t exactly know when I’d need them. Frankly, though, it was the packaging that sold me on the product:

We’re just a heart beat away
One touch could make it happen
We can reach the other side
if we hold on to the passion

I see now that it’s lack of use-once undies that’s been keeping me from romantic fulfillment. But no more! Let the passion begin!

I’m a little afraid to open the package up, though.