Monday, March 12, 2007
There's something very lovely about getting my nails done. I don't do it too often because I can't afford weekly manipedis, but whenever I walk out of the parlour after 1.5hours of getting my hands and feet primped to perfection, I feel so happy. Stupid, retarded, vain me. It's shallow and ridiculous, but there really is something special about looking at your nails and they're shiny and square and smooth. Tee hee hee. I love being a girl.
lying among the petals 3:25 PM
