vantage point's blog

I have a confession to make: I pick my nose.

That's right, I pick my nose and I roll the little booger ball between my thumb and my finger for quite a few minutes. Now don't get me wrong, you won't see me picking my nose at the bus stop or in the mall. You won't see me picking my nose at the library or while walking down the street. You won't see me picking my nose while in my backyard or while standing in my driveway. You'll only see me me picking my nose in my home.