GAZA MADE ME MANICURE

Boating has to be a part of this life. It has to be. It is math.

I had had so many terrors the night before. No sleep. My lover told me I looked in his face, as if he wasn't there. Just a blank face. He had to tell me who he was. Sigh.

But you know, we been rockin for a year and he just got his first foot massage. Dont mind me. I'm just using a lavender burdock coconut oilon that. Ihad never done that.

After, the room smelled of crushed lavender.

Still, a night of terrors followed. So is it touch or not. I wouldn't know. What I know is lovely things. Maybe that is all. So non committal, that "maybe" right there. Might as wel have written "perhaps."

Then I was hospitalized. For awhile I'm sayin. He built me a planter for my first garden while I was in there.

When I got out. I couldn't be near it, encounter with it. It caused a lot of friction in the relationship. Take that as you would have it.

Manicure Staple:

So it was a Gaza meltdown. I don't watch the news.  As many reasons as you could list, and then a few that you wouldn't be able to fathom--not because you're unintelligent, I never was into the "put-down" era ( it always hurt my heart as of every one of these was somehow meant for me), but because, well, they're maybe silly or inadequate or not thought out well enough, rounded and felt out enough. Just becauseit rolled off my tongue: there. There is the reason I do not watch the news.

But it was presrure. There was this cat yknow? Who would always kid me about, "Hey did you hear there's a Black president in the White House?!" As in, "hey jerk-off,do you EVER read the news?"

But I do. Secretly, I don't even let my siblings know it.

I'm kind of like a Problem Like Maria (Sound Of Music, flibideegibbit)

So most assume I do not read the news. The truth is. I do. Maybe its that I can't be bothered with it.

So I gave myself a manicure.

I started with filing and cleaning my cuticles with a manicure set my mother had sent me a few years back. All the Gaza coverage, the violations and crying that I had exhumed from my dead bodysoulspirit, i opened up this battery operated manicure set named "The Ultimate Manicure System" and the font on the handle was so DYNASTY era, I had to use it, besides it having five different tool heads.

After shaping, chiseling my nail beds with the amaze cuticle tool, and contouring my nails, I finished with the now amaze manicure tool from moms.

In between hands, I set out to make  a nail soak.  I had this company, it fell through, but some left over dried organic herbs spared from a neglectful nervously broke down herbalist found their way into my nimble fingertips as I pinched here and there for nail soak. I wanted to get back to mine, like EBTG, like Tracy. So there I go, making an herbal treatment for my nails. My mom said me earlier this day. Its lost to me now, her exact words, my memory is terrible, not in the fashionable way, in a very real terrifying to me way. So my mother had basically told me, inside out, we can change inside out. I had to pull into myself and find the proper herbs for my reintroduction.

I selected elder flower. Elder flower has been used to decorate of the graves of the dead, the loved ones anyways. I felt like, yes, i need to honor these dead and bring forth my life that i know, coming back from death.

I need a few sips of water. I drink from my enamelware mug. Basic because, well, no, not basic because it is touching my fingertips and lips. Very not basic.

So i made an organic nutritive nail soak.

After steeping until a comfortable temperature, i set my fingertips in a bowl with my herb water.

A heated oiling went on after that. I chose olive oil, but considered coconut oil for its benefits as well. Maybe tomorrow.

After shaping, soaking, heat oiling and massage, i put on two coats on Nail Envy nail protein.