That’s what happens when you don’t have time to change your manicure between Monday and Friday: you get bored. Of course, receiving a nail mail makes things even worse.
And let me point out one tiny little thing: if you wish it was Friday not because it’s the beginning of the weekend, but because you can do your nails at last, you’re insane. I AM.
So, I needed to spice things up somehow. The answer is Love, yeah, keep it comin’. What else? The answer is Love… Fowl Play.
You're looking at Orly's Fowl Play over Anny - The Answer is Love. This little beauty has been eagerly sponged on my tips, and that’s the result. I love it!
Off-topic (feel free to switch that): Today has been quite a tiresome day, for I’ve unleashed my inner beast. The thing is: my roommate decided to start eating my food. Discretely at first and then without any kind of embarrassment. She stated shamelessly: “stolen food tastes better than mine”. Oh, okay then. Makes perfect sense. I guess food became uninteresting, so my skincare products have been the object of such a criminal behaviour lately. I’ve been suspicious for a while and finally got the Revelation this morning. Then she served me some “buts” and “it’s not that serious” in her discourse, and Kraken got free. Darn, there’s no but: you use and eat my stuff repeatedly without my consent = you’re stealing. Am I right? AM I RIGHT? *her unconsciousness of what’s wrong and what’s not just gets me desperate* It’s exhausting.
Anyhow, keep rockin’ it!