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I have an obscene, inappropriate relationship with my black nail polish. I layer it on over and over not because it needs a ton of coats to take on the perfect hue but because I enjoy it. There is something that makes me happy in the smooth surface one can get with a good nail polish.

I've been thinking of more tattoos recently, a family crest perhaps? My Hamlet inspired promise not to forget myself in love?

Or maybe I'll just go get my industrial.

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I'm totally uninspired recently except that I want to build a giant tea cup.

Yeah.

I know.

A giant, three foot round tea cup out of plaster or something. Maybe something I could sit in? I'm so weird some days. Weird even for me.

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Caden never lost faith in herself, it was the rest of the world she wasn't so sure of.