The Best Picture

I was flipping through my various pictures from today, when Littler declared this to be the best picture of me, and that I was so beautiful. You know what? I’ll take it, especially since she keeps denigrating my quality burps in favour of her father’s. *giggles*

Past that, nothing much going on. Gaming, chilling… I ended up chopping all my nails short after one ripped below the quick. I don’t know how I’ve managed to go more than a few days with a couple longer, but my brain is screaming relief to be back to Shortsville. Sigh? Sigh. I don’t know if I’ll ever break the OCD of its hatred of longer nails, but at least I am confident enough in my nail polish love to not let shortness stop me from showing off my pretties.

Anyways, I am going to go zone out, maybe think about doing something crafty. A part of me kind of wants to make some new stock for my Etsy store, while another part of me is happy to let the current stock run down. Dunno. It’s all good whatever the case.

<3