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ahh I always thought that if I could just get a boyfriend and stop biting my fingernails, my life would be perfect. I took care of the boy part a few years ago, and today I am happy to announce that I have fingernails! I'm still an addict, of course, and I'll always be. Fingernailism is a disease, like alcoholism. (This post has to be interupted because Mr. Pooh has come home and can't discover my secret life!)
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