Don't hate me because I'm beautiful

Getting your nails done is supposed to be one of those girly indulgences that all women look forward to. I can't understand why. It's actually kinda painful and toxic, and, to top it off, temporary. You can't just go once, you have to buy in for the long haul. So why do I even bother? Doctor's orders. No, really.

It's the latest chapter in my trich chronicles. Let's see, there's been stress journals , notebooks where I had to keep track of every urge to pull my hair, the baggie(oh, this one was extra-special) that I had to carry around with me at all times, to save any hair I did end up pulling... And now fake nails. The theory being that I can't pick at my eyelashes with big long nails gettng in the way. And I guess I have to admit that it's effective - it's impossible to pull unconsciously, what with almost poking my eyes out, and all. Actually, you know what might be even better? Nail Art. Extra-long nails with rhinestones, glitter... themes. That would certainly be a deterrent - three strikes you're blind.

The problem is, it's hard to do anything at all when I've got the nails on. Nothing comes naturally anymore and I feel like a mutant. Tying my shoelaces? requires utmost concentration and dedication. Is having eyebrows again worth not being able to dial the freaking phone? sigh...I guess it is. But it still sucks.