I use it for other personal hygiene-related purposes (fixing lipstick, checking for boogers, finding a pencil I lost in the knot of my hair, et al.), but this is the grooming act I accidentally photodocumented with my elbow. And if you think this is kind of gross, you should see the number of coffee ring stains on my white desk!
My boyfriend, who prepares at least one of my meals every single day unsolicited, is in Israel for work. Before he left, he took me to the grocery store. I haven’t been eating the loaf of bread we bought fast enough and it’s started to mold:
But instead of throwing the loaf in the compost, I’m just eating around the blue parts. If you don’t hear from me again, it’s because my laziness and general lack of care for what I put in my body has poisoned and killed me.