I did something potentially significant today. I may have just broken a decade long case of writer's block. No, I did not begin The Great American Novel. Some might not even consider what I cobbled together to be "Writing" but it is an article that will find its way into print. It wasn't like I wanted to do this or even was particularly inspired by the content, though it was regading some art that I very much enjoyed viewing. It was a question of necessity for someone I care about who was too frustrated to write the piece and asked me to do it. So, I did. I'm not all kinds of proud or even entertaining the thought that it is some great work. It most certainly isn't. But I wrote it and that is what counts.
I know this may seem silly, but I got the most amazing manicure yesterday. I need to take a photo. My nails are a touch longer than usual and an incredible metallic shade of burgundy. The color is called Gash from Urban Decay and I swear they look like porn star nails. They are just so hot and so sexy it is ridiculous. Every movement with them is intrinsically sexual. I'm not exaggerating, I keep catching sight of them and being entranced by them.
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