So I went on a mini choir tour, and was in a car with friends. After three days of singing and minimal sleep we all got a little slap-happy (okay, a lot slap-happy).
Anyway, so my friend sees me biting my cuticles (something I had mentioned I wished I didn't do), and says: "Stop eating yourself."
So of course we start cracking the fuck up. And I go: "What, like fucking, vore?"
And without missing a fucking beat, my friend says, in a stage whisper: "Auto-vore"
And I share all this because, goddammit, the memory of "Stop eating yourself" and "Auto-vore" is fucking working.
I've barely chewed on my fingers in the last week and a half. I'm so mad.
So if you too have an issue with biting your nails/fingers, please imagine a friend (imagine me even) coming up to you and saying:
"Stop eating yourself. Stop committing auto-vore." With a loving, yet shit-eating, grin.
And see if that fucking works π€£