Apparently, since I am a young woman in library school, I should be lustier. Unfortunately, the only volunteer at the public library is an elderly woman and frankly, I'm not that hard up. She's nice and all, but I think seeing her naked would probably scar me for life.
Ewww.
In other news, I've painted my nails some disgustingly girly color that should, by rights, be called twinkly pink raibow unicorn kisses or something. Honestly, I don't know what posesses me to buy these colors. I discovered in my nailpolish box an unfortunate pale blue color, some creepy fleshtoned color that makes me look like I have no nails, a bottle of green polish called green bean, a disturbing mauve-like color that reminds me of putrified flesh, a garishly bright neon pink, a disturbingly loud shade of orange and something the color of a turd.
What the hell was I thinking when I purchased these colors? I can only explain the green, which I bought for St. Patrick's Day a while back. But the others? I have no idea. I might have been insane that day or perhaps I was sleep shopping. Who knows?
Also annoying is the discovery that I own about fifteen different bottles of what essentially is the same color. Grr.