I've had a series of unfortunate events occur in the last 48 hours.
In an attempt to make myself feel better, I got a manicure.
Only to ruin it within minutes of leaving the salon, on my middle finger to boot.
Something's gotta give right?
In the meantime: Fuck you life. You've dealt me enough crap of late, you're not going to get me down with a shitty manicure.
*Yes, I realize I have short stubby elf-like fingers*