Tumultuous Waters of Feminine Beauty

Ah. Well. I said I'd make an entry on my blog today, but I really, really wasn't in the mood to draw a comic. But today was a good day. I babysat a kid and hung out with Ilona, a real chummy chum of mine, and even put on nail polish for the first time since middle school.

It made me feel surprisingly good. Strong. Powerful. Powerful, yet refined.

But this newfound dignity conflicted with how subtly pissed I was about my inability to coat my nails without slathering the skin surrounding it within a five inch radius. Like, what the fuck buddy I'm trying to be a unfathomably jaw-dropping goddess here. I didn't depict too much of the embarrassment in the image above, but my nails are kind of a hot mess right now. Even while they are totally hot.

Thank goodness I didn't get the red nail polish, otherwise it'd look like I just eviscerated someone and swished my fingertips in the pool of blood bubbling from their navel.

Oh well. Practice makes perfect. And practice I shall.

Practice I shall.