Nail Files

When you are an obsessive nail biter, there's a fun thing that happens called a nail file emergency. Monday on the way to the gym, I had one. I stopped at Walgreens then found myself sitting on a stationary bike with blood red nails filing like mad. Obviously this fits my very stylish and extremely  extra persona. 

But the best part is that once I was done filing my nails down to nonexistence, a sixty some odd year old guy came up to me and said "Can I borrow your nail file?" And I thought he was kidding (Obviously) but he said that he had a nail that kept catching on his gym shorts and he was serious. So basically my obsessive compulsiveness saved this guy's workout. You could probably say that I'm a hero.