They're fake. Well, mostly fake. There's
a little of me under the acrylic, but for all intents
and purposes, my nails are fake.
We're you thinking boobs? I'll confess that I've never had a
yearning to augment what I was given in that way. With my luck,
the doctor would implant three and they'd be squarish. I'd
remind you of the Pyramids at Giza and
how sexy is that?
Botox, that's where the train is heading. I'm facing forty this
year and some of my crows feet aren't looking all that
sparrow-like anymore. Oh, and that lightning bolt crease
between my brows? While it might look ever so sexy on
Claudia Black,
I'm done with it. What's a little botulism between the eyes?
The nails. I've decided that 2003 will be the year of the manicure.
There's nothing more relaxing than sitting down in a salon and
having your nails done. Unfortunately, this week, I'm sporting a
rather unfortunate pink. My own choice just wasn't working out
and the manicurist selected another. I'm calling it "Ironic Pink."
Go wish Leslie a happy birthday!
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