Monday, 19 November 2007 | 9:10 pm

Facing the toughest of Dilemmas

Today I had to make a hard decision. Paint my nails blood red, or black? Yeah, it's been one of those days.

Oh, what to do? What to do?

I was all prepped to go with the black (because I don't actually have blood red nail polish, remind me to get some the next time I'm in Box Hill) when I remembered that time when I painted my toenails black and my dad told my 2 and 4 year old cousins that my toes had gangrene and were going to drop off. They both started at my toes in morbid fascination and ran away if I got to close; in case they caught it off me. Parents can be so cruel.

After much digging through my collection of foul-smelling, semi-dried and clumpy nail polish, I finally decided on a bright purple. Not quite the look I was going for but it'll hold till I can get something better. Like blood red. Or maybe a darker purple instead of black because black just makes me look like I want to off myself.

OH MY GOD SOMEBODY COME AND GET ME OUT OF THIS HOUSE I THINK I WILL GO MAD IF I HAVE TO SIT INSIDE THE NON-AIR CONDITIONED HELL OF MY BEDROOM, DOING MY NAILS AND INHALING NOXIOUS FUMES ALL DAY, PLEASE SAVE ME!

Lovery heart,
Mel

Pee.ess - Nail polish is expensive. At 12 bucks a pop for the good stuff, I should just borrow some off a friend. I still got friends yeah, even though I've been cooped up in this glorified birdcage for donkey years.