My Finest Hour February 12, 2015Being Awkward/Dumb Stuff I Do, Random Thoughts/Happeningscity living, desperate times, head cold, new lows, sickEmily That moment when you run out of tissues, toilet paper, Starbucks napkins and paper towels, so you’re forced to blow your ever-running nose into THIS cocktail napkin. And yeah, I know. I too hope I don’t have to use the bathroom before morning. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related