I have had four people ask if these are my real nails. Fifth was going to get a really good look at them JAMMED IN ITS EYES. I guess it's a compliment, but do I look like the kind of girl who will contemplate anything faux other than animal product?
"It's a man bag!"
"It's a man purse!"
"It's a murse!"
I may have found my people.
oh. I made a mini-Sonic run because I hate myself and want to die and ordered diet Coke and onion rings. The lady brought me my drink, noticed my nails, and went off on how she used to work at a Sally Beauty Supply and hates glitter polish because it just WON'T COME OFF. Then she went away for five minutes and came back with my onion rings...and another Coke. She was so distracted by the glitter that I got a free refill.
I have found the mix tape Billsplut made me ten years ago (oh my god I am old)(tucked inside case: "Bowl a Free Game On Us Courtesy of Latin World, Columbia MO, expires 12/31/2000") and need to dig through Mr. Pookie-Head's Bucket o' Parts to find whatever audio cord I used to do mp3 from my tape deck with before it or the tape deck explodes.
"...That sounds like Day Tripper."
"That IS Day Tripper."
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