Today I went for the industrial strength nail polish remover. 20% stronger. Me and my cuticles are in a fight. Particularly because I subjected them to Hannah-Montana-pre-teen-sparkly-throw-up color aka Electric Blue with two coats of Sparkles 'N Things from Claire's.
Claire's = Hannah-Montana-pre-teen-sparkly-throw-up.
And I forgot to use a base coat so now even though I took it off, my nails still have a slight bluish tint which is just noticeable enough to make it look like I'm a vampire or zombie or just straight up dead.
And. To top it all off, my right bicep got a cramp from applying cotton ball to finger too vigorously.
If you're thinking to yourself: "Gee your life sucks...is there anything I can do?"
The answer is yes.
Feel bad for me.
Oh wait. If that's not enough to convince you that there's enough tweenage drama taking over my life that I think I'm Lizzie McGuire, I have acne and there's a school dance in t-minus 19 days.
Refer above to find out what I want you to do for me.
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