at first it felt like that awkward stage right after you paint your nails... that feeling that you can't really touch anything or else you'll screw it all up... my fingertips felt heavy and cumbersome... i thought i'd never slap on a set of 'em because i was blessed with my grandmother's hard-as-rocks white tips and could grow them without fail... but yes, i am currently donning a set of fake nails...
mind you, i couldn't bring myself to sit in one of those toxic fume-infested nail salons to get the deed done... this transformation was actually brought on by a friend who decided a nail kit and some girlie movies (*cough* lindsay lohan starred in one *cough*) would be the perfect evening... that's right -- they're stick ons...
it didn't take long for people to notice my new addition... in fact, the compliments on the darn things have been pouring in... other than one snapping off while shopping the other day and one trickling down my hand as i clutched my large double-double this morning, they're hangin' in there... and might i say, they look fairly fantastic... i ooze a sense of ultra femininity -- or so i like to think... really, they just clack loudly on my keyboard and i'm terrified to remove them in fear my whole natural nail will be disgustingly plucked from its bed...
