Back To Pink

Yesterday I bought some new nail polish. It's darker than what i usually wear. It's pink. And I don't like it.

It all comes down to how it makes me feel. And every time I see my hands I feel like a 40 year old woman who's hiding her wrinkles underneath a truck load of make up. You know the type - old hag, mutton dressed as lamb. I shall be taking it off before my date tonight.

Date? Tonight? How exciting!!

I know - I'm fairly excited. On a scale of 1-10 I'd say I'm about a 7. This is unusual for me, and I think it's purely due to the fact that he's English. You see, I haven't had much luck with Aussie guys, so I'm thinking if I go back to English it might work.

You never know.