thursday

Today's been an unproductive day. I tried. Really i did. But it just plain wasn't happenin. And now Bri's been over here all night and we've gotten exactly nothing done, unless you count me painting her toenails a little color i like to call funfetti cupcakes, and her fingernails a huge goopy mess of black sparkles.

It's seriously bad. I suck at painting fingernails, it turns out. I can tell because Bri just kept saying "Yeah, sure, why not? Add another layer of sparkles." Clearly she had stopped caring because it was a lost cause.

And this is how much my sister likes me: "If people ask about my nails tomorrow and i tell them you're ten years old, would you be offended?"