dear the other way around diary,
taking the long way home is often fun and can be a learning experience if you pay enough attention to things that you pass. i thought about doing a little camping on the way home tonight, but i didn't have my tent in the trunk and i thought i did- so that was disappointing on all fronts. but i made it home and i am painting my nails, vodka and caviar, a yummy red, on some damn perfectly manicured nails- so when i wake up on the retarded monday morning- i'll have the most beautiful nails on my street. i absolutely adore the color red anyway. the only color red doesn't match is pink and it'll even match pink if you make a big ass deal about it. i don't really like the color pink- to be fair- i recognize it as a color and all, but pink is for girls and pussies. beauty is important at the end of your fingertips because if you cant have it anywhere else at your reach, you might as well have it there- even when you stop and go camping on the way home.
