I had on black nail polish for the goth party last Friday, and then put on pink sparkly nail polish for the rest of the weekend. I just took it off a few minutes ago. It’s strange how long my nails grow when they’re polished. I usually nibble at them constantly so that they never grow past the end of my fingers. It’s kinda neat, but weird feeling just the same. I’m not usually a nail polish kinda girl, but I have been of late. I never said this was going to be a post with substance. But hey, at least I left out any philosophical ramblings about sqiggle tentacles, tee hee.