Firstly, an apology for the lack of posts lately. I was without internet for a while, and then I got busy on a project which involves lots of swearing and drinking tea.
Secondly, as a result todays manicure is a half arsed, rushed affair, but nonetheless lovely for it.
When Lady GaGa burst onto the scene with her bubblegum and razor blade infused pop I never saw her as turning up in meat frocks and all that haute couture mind bending bollockery she later ended up with.
So the manicures, being all diamanted and a bit, well, markety threw me.
If you're gonna do unwearable clap trap, then at least have skinned kittens or knife blades attached to the nails, surely?
Anyway, if I was GaGa's manicurist, I would have insisted on this, at least for those down days when you just cannot be bothered to make an effort.
I live halfway between reality and theater at all times.
And I was born this way.