The cure to my dance off wounds

Alise and I went to Urban Outfitters last night and I was seriously tempted to buy these band aids.

But then I thought, "I hardly ever get hurt, this is a dumb idea". Well, joke's on me. I totally massacred my legs shaving this morning. And guess what. We don't even have any band aids. Moral of the story: always buy the cool band aids.

Secondly, I had a major crush on our cashier and his curly mustache. He told us about where the best taco stand in the world is (State street & 9th) and I just loved him. Kay bye.