March 22, 2011

sunglasses at night

dear painting again diary,

i could have sworn the windows were shut, but they aren't. it is hot as a bitch whore in here. five nails are painted- on my pretty hand- and they are bad ass. at first i was like, "EWWWW," but then after two coats of top coat- they look like tiger eyeballs. next time i do the shatter shit on top (it'll be awhile) i'll prolly do a darker color- cuz this pale orange shit is all but dumb. they will do for a tuesday tho- but then anything will. becky is worn out from the ride today. she was good in the car tho. she was. she doesn't hang out the window like the grump likes to. i washed the inside of the windshield for the first time in, omg, two years prolly. it damn near hurts to look out of it now. i suppose i should paint my ugly hand before i forget.