  Try pulling off an entire set of acrylic nails with your teeth . Believe me, if I could grow my own nails, I wouldn't put up with such bullshit. But Vicente likes the feeling of fingernails on his back, and the babies love getting their "scratchy" so I keep it up.
OKAY, I'M BORED. AND INSOMNIATIC. At least I'm not fucking shopping . I REALLY DON'T WANT TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW. I REALLY DON'T WANT TO WORK EVER AGAIN. Still, I have not found the answer to my dilemma. My ears hurt. My eyes are watering. However, if I want to still take Friday off to spend with my niece, I must go in. There had better be bean and cheese tacos waiting for me, goddamnit. MIN PINS IN EVERY ROOM Apparently, the grass had a relaxing effect on Sado's tum (I've heard it's helpful that way). She's now sleeping with Buzzy, and Nico is crashed out in the den. And Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn (geez, one would hope my childhood wouldn't follow me around this way) I SWEAR TO GOD, I REALLY DO HAVE A LIFE I'm just addicted to this shit.
And have trouble sleeping. Not always the best combination. Hey, but it works for me. ONE OF MY NAILS COMMITTED SUICIDE There ain't no way that baby is gonna be ready for powder and fumes and too much acetone. GOING TO BED Otherwise, we'll have a mass suicide on our hands from sheer and simple BOREDOM. Copyright 2004 Non-Girlfriend 
