My Lunchable kept falling out of my bag on the bus (city, not school) today, quickly followed by my baggie of Froot Loops. I kept pushing them back in, like they were something to hide, until I looked up and saw a distinguished (enough) looking woman, confidently pulling out a baggie of her own Froot Loops! Ka-chow!
Also. Two weeks late to the job, I finally removed my red nail polish. I totally forgot about that crazy pulsing sensation that happens after, where your nail beds are sucking in oxygen like there's no tomorrow and they sort of feel alive? I guess they are? Good talk.
Where did the idea of painting nails even originate from anyways - I know of no animal/insect that use it?
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