here is a b♥x, a ♫♪ musical ♪♫ b♥x: nails

no, not that kind of nail. . . and I didn't say Niles, either. . .
.

but while we're on the subject,
we could linger a little longer. . .

.
(personally, I'd wax him from top to toe -
I'm not keen on body hair)
/

I have a love hate affair with my nails
.

one of my earliest memories is my mother painting them with some kind of disgusting liquid (bitter aloes possibly?) to try and discourage me from biting them - I can remember washing it off straight away. . ..
.
I always used to bite my nails*; right down to the quick; very ugly; the first time I made a totally conscious effort and tried really really hard not to bite them, and actually "grow" them, was for my wedding - and for some reason I nibbled them straight off again afterwards. . .
.
if ever I do manage not to bite them, they just snap off anyhow - I managed to grow them over the last year or so, but for some reason bit them during the ECT; I've grown them again since, but they get covered in the ink from the Etching and cleaning them seems to weaken them and one or two are breaking
.

*of course I mean the nails on my hands
- I don't eat my toe nails!
that would be disgusting. . .
.

.
there was a point to all this, but I've forgotten it. . . so perhaps I'll just indulge myself a little longer. . .

(I'm far too easily pleased
- I need to learn to be fussier,
more demanding, more knowledgeable. . .
but right now,
a great smile makes me smile)

*happy sigh*
.
I hope there are
things in your day
that bring a smile
to your face. . .

love after love

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

DEREK WALCOTT

feeling kinky?

Thank you for the days, those endless days, those sacred days you gave me. I’m thinking of the days - I won’t forget a single day, believe me. I bless the light, I bless the light that lights on you, believe me. And though you’re gone, you’re with me every single day, believe me. Days. I remember all my life. Days when you can’t see wrong from right. You took my life but then I knew that very soon you’d leave me. But it’s alright. Now I’m not frightened of this world believe me. I wish today could be tomorrow, the night is long it just brings sorrow, let it wait. And though you’re gone, you’re with me every single day - believe me.

Every single day. Believe me.

Henry W Longfellow

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, and on its outer point, some miles away, the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this distance I can see the tides, Upheaving, break unheard along its base, A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides in the white tip and tremour of the face. And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright, through the deep purple of the twilight air, Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light, with strange, unearhly splendour in the glare! No one alone: from each projecting cape And perilous reef along the ocean's verge, Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape, Holding its lantern o'er the restless surge... The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din of wings and winds and solitary cries, Blinded and maddened by the light within, Dashes himself against the glare, and dies. A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock, Still grasping in his hand the fire of love, it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock, but hails the mariner with words of love. "Sail on!" it says: "Sail on, ye stately ships! And with your floating bridge the ocean span; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse. Be yours to bring man neared unto man."

it's all right

Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, it's been
a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, the smiles
returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that
ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been clear.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
It's all right.

THE BEATLES

true minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

what would YOU do?

What would do think
if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up
and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears
and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.

What do I do when my love is away? (Does it worry you to be alone?) How do I feel by the end of the day? (Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.

Oh... I get by
with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try
with a little help from my friends
I get high
with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by
with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends...

6 comments:

KAZ said...: Nice foot.
Sorry to lower the tone - but I once read that there's money to be made by publishing your foot photo in a magazine for people who like that sort of thing.

Re Niles - an unusual passion.; 09:56
I, Like The View said...: there wasn't a tone, so can it be lowered?! perhaps there is now

and as for David Hyde Smith. . . unusual is my comfort zone when it comes to men

(-;; 10:04
Mel said...: Okay, okay......it's a GREAT smile!

Yaknow, I've never been a 'nail biting' person. Not anxious enough, I've been told. LOL

And I had painted fingernails maybe once in my life..and that was enough for me. I swear my fingers couldn't breathe!

And toe nails?
OMGosh.....the girl insisted on painting mine once....and stuck those spongey thingies between my toes. Well, she stuck SOME between the toes and had a grossed out mom stumblin' around the livingroom doing battle to yank 'em out. Laughing and giggling happened from her corner. *I* however, was NOT laughing...

It's a grand day already!
You've made me smile mulitple times--that's an excellent start.; 12:43
Anonymous said...: I did exactly the same with the nails. And now I've got them almost grown up they're always breaking! Not fair :(

(Oh and my toes got photographed a while ago - by a doctor! I asked if they would end up in a text book and she said if they did she'd make sure they remained anonymous :); 01:25
Anonymous said...: And my niece used to bite her toenails - but she was very little so it was sort of sweet. I don't think she does it any more.; 01:26
katherine. said...: nail biting....

something else I should learn about along with the stuttering...; 06:36

here is a b♥x, a ♫♪ musical ♪♫ b♥x

nails

6 comments:

THE WISEST WORDS

while you're here, please feel free to feed my fish!

oh, what a day!

happy blogging with iltv

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circle of clues camper

what a to do. . .

festivities on a friday:

get the feeling!

a fruitful friday

. . .and for mel

(I'm growing vegetables!)

frets but no regrets

guiseppe ungaretti

word?

does santa need a helper?

join in the festive fun @

jingle shells

so who's up for an advent calendar. . .

forgetfulness. . .

if you could travel within you own life time and that of a loved one, as a casual observer, nothing more or less, on the unerstanding this would mean that you could not change the course of your life or theirs in anyway, would you wish to experience that?

how old are you?

THE RICHES OF A RAINBOW?

HEY! I have a glass. . .

YOU CALLED?

some sauce. . .

a true friend gave me this

like a clock whose hands are spinning

the love hearts never lie, but did they tell the truth?

"hitched to everything else"

need to borrow this?

rock paper scissors?

can you keep a secret. . .

with love from france

there has been a request for "it all"

when push comes to shove, courtesy of Rascal Flatts

j is for jack-o-lantern

guess what the tide washed up? ME!!

a bientot cheri(e)s

ILTV is shortly to go on her hols. . . should she:

holes

the time has come. . .

love after love

I could have danced

feeling kinky?

god only knows

ILTV wonders whether (or not) to 'av' a change of avatar

is it better or worse to be

tied up?

tied together?

tied down?

if u know who they r. . .

thank you, mig

I'm knackered & in need of a break - where shall I go

busy busy busy

Koyaanisqatsi

this Thursday: you are cordially invited to a fancy dress party - rsvp!

language. . .

i like the view!

and I love typography

my best ever read

blind date

blind date - update: anything you want to know?

you have unpicked the stitches I so carefully placed around my heart

it's my blog but. . .

a life in only six words

paper scissors stone

fancy a game. . .

Henry W Longfellow

having saved myself ££££s on the curtains, what should I now spend the money on:

fancy a new poll/quiz?

something random. . .

with thanks to mig :)

it's all right

the cat's mother

money, money, money

true minds