Don't even ask me what I am doing because I have no clue either. I just guess if I am going to do this, I have to start somewhere. So here we go. Where do we go? where is somewhere? Is somewhere here, or there, or somewhere else, hell I don't know. Maybe you do. I just know that right now I don't.
I do know wherever I start, it will require me to type. I like to type, and think I am pretty good at it. I can't type using some of the specific fingers they teach you to in school, but I can type. I like to think I type as colloquial as I talk, Thats a neat word, colloquial. I like the way it sounds when it is said, and it is just a big enough of a word that it makes people raise their eyebrows in disbelief when you slide it into a conversation.
It shows you're a little smarter than you let on, or what people want to see about you......
I also know I love my nails. I don't know where it comes from, except for maybe my grandma, she always had nice long natural nails that she kept painted. I was a nail biter as a kid, up until I got them done with this new stuff called acrylic tips at the new nail place in the strip mall. I never bit my nails again. I think I was 17 the first time I had my nails done. I've tried to keep them done since. I don't care if they are done in acrylic, coated in a good gel polish, or if I have left them naked and natural, I love my nails, and the longer that I can grow them, the better. Yes, I like those nails that everyone says are too long, or they question how you do things in them, those a little extra extra in length. I have never found anything I can't work around while having long nails, except one thing. I can't type. I can't type with long nails and right now, I have long natural naked nails. To be able to keep typing, something I want to do, my nails will have to go, and that is something I don't want to do. I know it is such an easy sounding answer, but to me, nothing is easy.
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