Daniel is painting my nails to cheer me up. They are red glitter and I love them. We're not even going to discuss the part where I'm deathly allergic to nail polish and that half the boys hate my glitter tendencies anyways. Caleb called Daniel a glitard in passing so Daniel offered to do his too and Caleb didn't even respond. I made a note to address his rudeness privately later.
He should be happy that someone cares for my happiness the way Daniel does, in trying to teach me self-care, giving up and doing it for me.
We should cut your hair, Daniel suggests but I'm not ready for that. It's grown into long points that are long enough now to braid easily and I love it. Haven't cut it for a long time, don't intend to any time soon.
Maybe a bubble bath then?
For how many?
One, girl. Jesus.
Boring!
Right? Okay maybe I'll leave that for someone else to handle.
Story of my life.
He should be happy that someone cares for my happiness the way Daniel does, in trying to teach me self-care, giving up and doing it for me.
We should cut your hair, Daniel suggests but I'm not ready for that. It's grown into long points that are long enough now to braid easily and I love it. Haven't cut it for a long time, don't intend to any time soon.
Maybe a bubble bath then?
For how many?
One, girl. Jesus.
Boring!
Right? Okay maybe I'll leave that for someone else to handle.
Story of my life.