Nail Art DIY Peeve & Tragedy

I know a lot of men can’t relate to this, so if you’re a guy and you are reading this I apologize. I spent an hour doing my nails last night and they looked AWESOME if I do say so myself, they lasted all day today, until tragedy struck.

This was my nail DIY from last night.

Just for explanations sake, my nails are incredibly brittle. More brittle than…. Filo pastry, check it out, If you have ever eaten a Passion Flakie you know what I am talking about. That shit gets everywhere.

Now, because of this, I have a very small gel overlay over my natural nails to stop them from getting……… snap happy? Going on a broken bonanza? Basically, no bust. This is the only reason I go to the nail salon EVER. I go once a month to have them fill it, because I am ghetto and file them down myself for as long as humanly possible before it’s just ridiculous and needs to be dealt with. I am currently on week 3 of my no fill.

Fast forward to my second hour of work when I put my hand in my jacket pocket. POP. POP?!?!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN POP! WHAT THE HELL!

I look down… doesn’t one of my nails have a hug chunk out of it, and isn’t my perfect manicure destroyed not even 24 hours later.

I wasn’t even doing anything cool. Unless I was under the impression that I was filming an Alanis Morisette music video. (you know… one hand in my pocket, and the other one smoking a cigarette). Laugh it up, I just aged myself. JAGGED LITTLE PLL WHAT?!

So I go to the place beside my work, where I wait for an hour… yup. I am already bitter and then I wait for an hour for a repair of a nugget of gel overlay. That cost me $3. Not only did it cost me $3 but I got chirped by the lady who does my nails saying it breaks because I leave my nails too long… quiet you. I am not cheap but what a waste.