Today at work, I was having a non-smoker smoke break, which entailed trying out the new nail polish someone at work gave me. I really like it, it’s like having apples on the end of my fingers. Tonight as I re-applied, I thought it smelt like apples too, but i think it’s more likely that was the cider I was drinking at the time. I’m not going to lie, I only realised it was the cider as I was typing this. Bummer. OPI, the only thing that would make your Green-wich Village nail polish better would be making it smell like apples.
I took this photo waiting for the elevator. It reminds me of the time when the father of a girl I hung out with in high school opened the door to their house, looked me up and down and said, ‘Blue and green should never be seen!’ Thanks someone else’s dad, teenage years aren’t hard enough.
This photo is taken against the wall behind my desk. It reminds me of the time I was in Japan and the school kids told me that my name in Japanese was pronounced gachapin. Thanks Japanese school kids, teenage years aren’t hard enough.
I care not for what they might say, I dig.