In honor of the occasion of the international Women’s March, I have something I would like to confess as a nasty woman, dear reader.
I pick my nose.
It is a terrible habit and I have prayed fervently to the good Lord to take it from me. But he has not seen fit. There is always a reason for everything, so I will just leave it as another mystery of the cosmos. He knows better than I.
Maybe it has a meaning akin to poop being the best fertilizer. What is nasty is actually helping us grow the most. Yes, something along those lines.
At any rate, now you know. So if it be a sin it has been lifted from me.