The Next Stop

I am now one of those amazingly unbelievable people who enjoy going to work. Wait a minute. There is a need to clarify, I enjoy the journey to work. I'm like a 10 year old going on an excursion, going out there. You know, the world. Working in a privilege area means that I can no longer afford to drive to office because the parking fees is going to cost as such as my dress. No way. So now, like everyone else I take the train to work. I secret applause my success of squeezing the train every morning. Well done. Beam.

I love the journey because I can stare at people. Which is my favourite activity. Somehow I pick up this habit of staring at people's bottom halves. I mean I understand why. Firstly, because I am obessive with visible panty lines, VPL. And secondly, I love shoes. Many thoughts go through my mind every morning on the way to work. It is like my brains never work this hard before.

She is wearing the latest, high waisted pants. But VPL.

Her colour of her skirt is really nice. But VPL.

She has grown too big for her vintage skirt. And with VGPL (visible granny panty line).

Her heels are really high. How would her toes look like by now?

Wrong, all wrong. Purple nail colour doesn't go with brown peep toes.

Little toes are peeping out of the heels, for Christ's sake, chop them off!













No VPL, check. Pedicure, check. Little toes chopped off, check.