I dislike March. I dislike the 24th. Combine the two and I end up with a bad day. I always try to force myself to be cheerful though, so I did my nails today.
PS, if you’re here to point out that my nail painting skills are on par with those of a drunk, blind, epileptic aardvark, I already know that.
I think my lack of nail painting ability comes from that fact that I was a loner and a tomboy for most of my childhood. When I did makes friends, they were almost always boys. I painted my nails for the first time with my cousin when I was 8.
I have had some Instagram people tell me I should have someone else paint my nails so they actually look nice. If you would like to donate to my pedicure fund, please click here.
PS, a big shout out to everyone who has reached out to me today with words of kindness and love. I feel genuinely uplifted when I read your messages. Thank you.