Your pink ribbon won't be enough at baggage claim

You've won one too many fights,
My dog got a haircut today, he's straight up, the cutest thing ever.
I'm trying to sort out things to bring with me, and leave behind, I have way too many articles of clothing, but I love and adore each one, I can't seem to part with any of them. My friends seem to be in the strangest mood, some of them are fighting amongst themselves, quietly and fairly, and then others seem to be fighting loudly, and obnoxiously with everyone and everything. Either way, they're all fighting, I am not a fan. Something in the water maybe? I was supposed to go to a lunch with a bunch of them, and instead, I sat in starbucks with a book, alone. I can't imagine this being a bad choice.
I have taken so many photographs, I have boxes and boxes, full of photos in frames, in scrapbooks, strewn randomly developed and undeveloped. I have been wanting a film camera for ages, but at least with digital, I can keep them somewhat organized on the computer, with film, I can imagine myself with stacks and stacks of photos, without any semblance of order. A necessary evil maybe? I swear if I go to a party and one more person asks me to retake a CANDID photo, because they had their mouth open, or they weren't looking, I'll kill someone. The atmosphere is lost in their poses.
Oh film, how i long for your purity.