So three weeks ago I was hanging out with this guy and he couldn’t get his soda can open. As he was trying to get the tab up, he said, “I don’t have any fingernails.” And though I wanted to help him, I was forced to reply with a simple, “Neither do I.” And so, since that night, I have not once bitten my fingernails. Yeah, so that’s my cool-jazz story. peace.
Mar 07, 2005, 02:01PM PST | 1 cheer | 0 comments
The sad thing is that I don’t even realize when I am biting them, so how exactly am I supposed to stop doing something that I can’t acknowledge? I guess I could wear gloves all the time, but then…what would be the point of having fingernails???
Jan 31, 2005, 03:07PM PST | 1 comment
Free world travel…doesn’t get much better than that.
Jan 29, 2005, 08:23PM PST | 4 comments
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