it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then

silly girl.

I have pretty nice fingernails.

They grow really long and I always feel that they help to feminize my large, muscular and, well, scarred hands.

I really like my hands and enjoy this contrast of capable masculinity with dainty femininity.

My nails have been really long lately and I have been loving the fact that I wasn't breaking them at work...

So,

How is it possible that I have been waiting tables for two months now; and I finally break a nail- opening a package of notebook paper for school?

Oh, the cruel irony!

:)

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