Hot Ghetto Mess...

Hi there ho the… *sigh* BIG *SIGH*…When is that we can stop and think about the many choices we have made and why we have made them. Why did I ever date that damn fool, was Ithat bored did I like him or was I just desperate. When did I become a dirty hippie of the urban variety? Well who cares!! As I rode that luxurious iron horse to my destination, I faked interest in the play-list coming through my outdated ipod. I looked at this young woman in front of me no older then 19 years old and almost dropped a tear. I was looking at her nails; they were good quality probably a glass tip with a mediocre design. When did I become so grown that I out grew my only passion for style and aesthetic? I had long out grown the other around the way vibe that the girl was rocking, the long straight relaxed hair and layered chains and multiple rings. Was it the new grown and sexy movement ushering us all from round plump hips to straight boy thighs, from gaudy name plates to knock off juicy couture…oh dear good when will this movement end. Well it ends with me!!

Unlike many other adolescent things I was brain washed and bullied into liking, nails were my thing. Give me a glass tip with some opti-lite gel and some butterflies and I would be set, throw in some underlay of silver stars and it's a wrap. It all began with a little pink corduroy purse filled with nail polish from Claire's. No I take that back it began with my older cousin painting my nails as she watched me ( I cant call it babysitting because chances are no one was being paid and I was most often left to my own devices). From there began the love affair with nails and hands and the general aesthetic of it all, the proportion of fingers and nails, how cuticles look, and if you bite your nails forget about it. I could sit and paint and file, grease my cuticles and lotion my hands.

I miss my nails the ritual of getting them done the smell of a fresh set and the sound of nails clicking together in glee…I'm tired of looking at my fat little fingers all bald and shit naked to the

world, a dark inky purple colored nail polish. Just crying out to the world for attention, I miss my nail girl/guy…and the man with the crisp DVDs, the idle gossip of the shop, the slight buzz you get of the acetone…..