A child
Why is it that, at 25 years old, I still feel like some sort of 10-year-old pretending to be grown up when I paint my nails?
Seems silly.
Seems silly.
Labels: drunkblogging, nail polish
posted by theogeo | 3/09/2007 03:09:00 AM
5 Comments:
Better to feel like a child than a clumsy man during amateur night at a drag show, which is what I feel like every time I try to paint my nails.
Haha, true.
You have to own that nail polish. Work it. Let it give you the power to scratch and maim or stroke and love. Or sit idle, watching ceiling fans.
As only inanimate objects can.
And, at least you have nails to paint! I very rarely have.
No Friday Ferret Vlogging this week, huh? Sigh. :(
PP, My nail polish has given me the power to do one thing for sure: Type like a moron. But I'm working on the maiming part too.
Lynnster, I've only had nails for a few years now, so I'm just now learning how to paint them. I used to bite them down to the bloody quick. Hurts just remembering those days.
And no ferret vlogging this week; Felix has been at Phil's, but I got him back for the week today, so maybe this coming Friday I'll have something new!
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