I painted my toenails.
I just thought it would be so funny to have a title like this. "I painted my toenails" -- like anyone would care! Scholar says that blogs are for wanna-be writers who think other people are interested in the minute details of their lives.
He's right. I am a wanna-be writer, and I know other people are interested in the minute details of my life. I painted my toenails a shocking pink, because I bought cute sandals to wear. And I would never subject the general populace to bare, unpolished toenails.
So now I have cute sandals and a stirring pink pedicure. SUMMER IS HERE!
Tiny aside: I asked Scholar to paint my toenails for me, and he looked at me as though I had asked him to give me a bikini wax. I thought some guys were into the toenail thing. Apparently not my guy. He turned away in disgust, and I heard him muttering ere he fled: "Toenails. Yuck."
Oh well.
He's right. I am a wanna-be writer, and I know other people are interested in the minute details of my life. I painted my toenails a shocking pink, because I bought cute sandals to wear. And I would never subject the general populace to bare, unpolished toenails.
So now I have cute sandals and a stirring pink pedicure. SUMMER IS HERE!
Tiny aside: I asked Scholar to paint my toenails for me, and he looked at me as though I had asked him to give me a bikini wax. I thought some guys were into the toenail thing. Apparently not my guy. He turned away in disgust, and I heard him muttering ere he fled: "Toenails. Yuck."
Oh well.
posted by Tierant at Thursday, May 12, 2005
9 Comments:
First of all, you are not a wanna-be writer, you are a writer.
Second, blogs are for those of us avoiding productive work. Duh.
Third -- would he do the bikini wax thing? That could be kinky and interesting, and we love that kind of detail on said blog. Of course, I'd crib madly from it and sell it to penthouse "The dripping candle of his love" comes to mind -- what can I say? I'm no hemmingway.
Fourth -- Pink toenails sound loverly. But summer is not here, my darlin'. The thermometer reads 35. Explain again why we never ran away to the bahamas together to live in sin and drink tall umbrella drinks on the beach while chocolate god like men fulfilled our every sexual longing? It seemed like a good plan to me! Instead I look out at cow-filled fields and men named Eldon who are uncommonly concerned about hazardous waste disposal. Summer. Bah. I spit on summer!
Fifth -- can you tell I'm not getting any work done today? Blame nadia, who refuses to take any more six hour naps. Where are those transdermal tranquilizers you promised me? Or was it all a creul, cruel, jest. (Not sure how to spell crewel, so one of those two must be right!)
One: I know I really am a writer, but it did not fit in with the rhythm of my prose at that moment. Y'see? I sacrifice truth for my art.
Two: Oh, yeah.
Three: Even if he would, I wouldn't. Getting my eyebrows done is painful enough -- I don't need wax anywhere else! Most repugnant to me is the idea of a Brazilian wax. If that's what they do down there, these Brazilian women must have AMAZING pain control. Call me weak, but all hair on my ass will STAY on my ass.
Four: Why are you torturing me? I didn't mean "actual summer," I meant "the child-like rush of joy in which I can experience shimmering pink toenails even though the high will be 55 degrees and it's doubtful we will ever see 60." Get it straight, woman!
Five: I see that you've succumbed to my "when in doubt, blame Nadia" policy. I have no transdermal tranquilizers; if I did, believe me, they'd be placed discretely beneath my shimmering pink toenails (unless they work better elsewhere).
Six: (Ha! I got one more than you!) Scholar just came out here, read the title of this blog entry, and told me I'd sunk to a new low! How I love it when my evil plans come to fruition!
It's been thirteen hours. Blog again, or the kitty cat gets it.
I mean it. I have a water pistol and it's loaded.
Well, you might not think people care, but in reality they do, but they also want a picture! It's really not right to say how sexy your toes are now without posting a pic of them. :)
I am a 52 year old straight male who always keeps his toe nails painted. Love the pink shades
i dont get why some of us girls wear sandal when they got nothing to show! seriously red pink something. that with a pink mini
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