I painted my nails red last night. I was very very patient and let them dry for a very long time. I have the worst luck in the world with painted nails. I went to bed and woke up this morning to air bubbles and sheet smudges and two are already chipped. I hate painted nails. They really look very bad already. I let them dry for two friggin' hours.
I feel much better than I did last night. I talked to Mike on the phone for about an hour which is a lot for us. We don't very much like talking on the phone. It was fun....like being a teenager again. We normally just talk about ten times for no more than a few minutes each time.
My weekends in Jersey revolve around Mike's, my mom's and his mom's schedules. It really sucks. I decided tomorrow is going to be all about me and if I'm having a ball, I'm not going to stop everything to be home by the time Mike gets home. I won't be very late but I also won't watch the clock. My weekends aren't very relaxing and I don't want to go into this whole moving thing with stress. I think I'll go to this old coffeehouse that looks like a castle in Montclair and sit on an old worn in and worn out couch and smoke a whole lot of cigarettes and drink way too many vanilla type coffee drinks and finish Julie & Julia. This occasion calls for vans, levi's and a hoodie.