Boy howdy do I chew my nails – right down to the point where it hurts sometimes. Not really out of nervousness or something to do, it usually starts because one gets snagged or something just as irritating and since I don’t carry enough girly things around with me I don’t have a nail file or other instrument handy so I just rip the nail off with my teeth. Once I have successfully fixed the problem nail I am then led down a long, dark, lonely path of having to repeat the procedure as soon as possible on all my nails because now they no longer match. It’s a vicious cycle that leaves me with a horrible looking manicure.
I know, ew. Thank goodness I wash my hands a lot.
This is post number nine in a series of 100 Things About Me.