I can eat whole raw lemons. They are delicious. For this reason, those bottles of bitter-tasting stuff you can buy to paint on your nails to stop the biting have no effect on me. You might as well make it chocolate-flavoured. I wouldn't eat that.
Instead I am going to use an overwhelming force of sheer willpower to stop biting them, and also to start doing all those nail-type things I read about in magazines. Filing them. Pushing back cuticles. Buffing, too, I guess. I will be able to go to a beautician without fear she will recoil in horror at seeing my mutilated little hand-stumps.
Unlike most of my resolutions this one has an incentive, whereby if I can go a whole month keeping my damn hands away from my teeth, Imma gon get me a fancy manicure, with polish and everything. I'll keep a count down the bottom of each post.
P.S. The bird is the word.
1 day on the wagon.
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