when Dolores O’Riordan died I got my mani pedi in black and maybe changed them once since then. the nail tech doesn’t even ask anymore. I pick and destroy my cuticles like they’re on fire unless they’re painted so, despite the Diva tone, it’s a health choice for me. every couple years I take six month off as natural but I always end up jagged so I learned to find a signature and stick to it.
I’ve since relapsed —but as a compulsive nail biter my entire life, I got my first manicure this past winter and for the first time in my life my nails looked presentable. the clear polish is nice like a worry stone for me, satisfying the same urge that biting did—it’s a nice thing to do for yourself every 3 weeks or so I’ve discovered.
i make them with so much pickle juice and olive juice until they could potentially be confused with a salad dressing - a crush of pepper, a few drops of olive oil, im in heaven and life is so good
We met at a concert through a bunch of mutual friends and chatted for a while - we both had partners at the time so nothing came of it, but we matched on hinge a couple years later and he remember the exact conversation we had at the venue. We dated for a few months but it didn’t line up - we stayed friends and eventually were both single, doing everything together, and texting non-stop. He asked if I ever thought about us dating again and then I pretended to not be in love with him for about 3 months until I couldn’t take it anymore. We’ve been together for over a year now and he’s my best friend in the world - I love him so much and feel so grateful for the universe continuously putting us back together.
