March 6, 2011

broken snails

dear three in the afternoon diary,

a nap ain't on the menu today. i am not happy about that. suckers. oh shit. i think i am gunna be really noticing shortly. i broke two nails. now that is something i am unable to explain. i can have nails so long it is dumb- file them all down to a decent length- leave the house- and break not one- BUT TWO. oh kay then. so now i have even shorter nails. oh yeah. i am so not complaining tho, even tho it prolly reads like i am, i ain't. i am just reflecting on the irony. i used to freak out when i broke a nail, but not so much anymore. i could care less. as long as i don't start chewing again- it'll all be ok. i don't see that happening again anytime soon. my nails don't taste like chicken anymore. not to me anyway. i like the way they look to much. now that they are short(er) i am hoping it will give me the motivation to get more things done i need to get done. i got plenty of that shit.