I hate when you have to go buy pads at the store.
dancingatdiscos: withoutasunrise: You walk in all gross feeling into the store in your sweats and you’re all just like: Then you find the pads, stand in line with them, and of course you stand right behind the guy who looks back at you like: And you just look back at him like: Then the lady who finally rings up your pads for you looks at you like this: And then you’re all just like: ...
What am I doing here?
In short: Nothing productive! In fact, slacking of is what I’m doing best. Hence, there shall be pretty pictures of shiny things, occasionally done by me, and nothing that will ever be of any use for anyone. Except maybe eye candy. Mwah!