I just bought nail polish remover that says, 'Be Yourself' on the label. Gee, thanks for reminding me, nail polish remover. All this time I was trying to be a giant old carpet stain. Now I can just be myself. FINALLY! And it only took a small bottle of chemicals to get the message across. (Champagne does this too.)
Nail polish colours sure do have some odd names. I just realised that the colour I bought is called, 'Coral Brown.' Coral that is brown is most likely to be dead. Comforting. Well, it doesn't smell like dead coral. The actual colour does not look like brown coral anyway. I mean, I would have called it 'Liver spots Pearl'.
So I ended up in the shopping centre vortex of death because I needed a dress for my friend, Jenny Anderson's wedding. Actually, I should say that I still need one. It took me 3.5 hours to not find a dress. Oh my dog, what am I to do? Well, at least I bought nail polish. I can just be myself.
Meanwhile, I just tried the 'Coral Brown', and it looks exactly like my skin colour. Yeah, I'm dead coral. So, it pretty much looks like I don't have toe nails at all. I have toes with skin where the nail is meant to be. Indubitably freaky. And it seems that this does not make up for the fact that I do not have a wedding dress. These are unfortunate times, people, unfortunate times. It's hard work being yourself, nail polish remover.
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