Holy crud it’s been awhile (and boy do my nails show it!). I didn’t want to launch right in to anything complicated or, you know, actually designed, so started with a two coat base of OPI Every Month Is Oktoberfest. It’s a way-dark purple-hued number with a bit of shimmer; unfortunately that didn’t really shine through today given that the sun is on retreat and it got wicked dark by 4pm (curses, Daylight Savings!!!). And because I’m in a mood, and needed to get reacquainted with some brushes, I blasted in some color bursts in red and yellow (inspired by staring at those punching bursts in the Wii Boxing program) and added a weak-fonted F and U to the first two nails. It ain’t perfect (this is where sketching things out first makes sense), but I like it better than that cotton candy “F*ck You” nails Lindsay Lohan threw out in court years ago, cuz it’s DARK and RAWR.
If you’ve sent me an email or a text in recent months, or think I have your email address/phone number:
I don’t. Because my life can’t go kerflooey in any quiet sort of way, my digital world got rocked pretty hard by some technical difficulties, leaving me to sort of start over from scratch with some things. I apologize — I know I already had a backlog of requests and emails and basically stuff that should’ve been taken care of ages ago… it’s a bit of a clean start in Nail Nerd World. Hopefully I’ll have a few legal cases settled soon and can pick up a new computer with that much-needed cash, but in the meantime email IS working again, so feel free to hit me up and I’ll do a better job this time of managing my junk.
No foolin’, this last year goes down as 3rd most difficult to date (my birthday is right around the corner so I tend to take stock of years around that vs. Jan 1, it keeps life and lessons a little more personalized). Because apparently it’s true, no good deed goes unpunished — and that sucks. A lot. The gnarly bit is that I internalized so much of that damage, and it really messed me up for a spell; by nature I’m a pretty giving and caring person (my ex bestie used to joke that he only kept me around because I was the nicest person he ever met), but I’m learning that it can also leave you open to a ton of heartache and loss, especially when that giving and caring is done in advance of your own needs.
Having stopped internalizing, I’ve now moved back to the old reliable walls — and that pisses me off too; while I’m damn good at it, I don’t enjoy being in b*tchy mode… it’s pretty high-octane and not a lot of fun, but it’s always been a decent survival mechanism, so here we are… I won’t go into too much detail because I know some of the people I’ve come up against check this site (and really, shame on y’all e-stalking for want of watching my world fall apart, that’s something dark inside of you that should be addressed), but having finally bottomed out on things, I know this much: I don’t have anything left to give, the well is dry, and from now on care and trust will only be given where it’s been earned (endlessly grateful for those in my life that are already on the inside and loved)… and that I’m not going to let everything that’s happened in the past year crush me. My karma’s clean, I’m still in one piece, and heaven help you if you’re ballsy enough to get in my way right now.
Basically: F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, you’re cool (cuz you like nails!), and f*ck you, I’m out!
(gotta censor a bit for the advertisers, I’m usually not this squeamish with my words…)