Tiny Pleasure #3

Sitting in bed and painting your nails. It’s surprisingly therapeutic. What you see above is the result of last week’s self-given mani-pedi. I rarely paint my nails because I suck at it, but I figured I was in need of a little girly R&R time. And Clueless was on TV. Painting my nails seemed like an appropriate thing to do. Honestly I wasn’t too keen on the color (it was called DVD). But I made the most of it and dressed to match my nails the next day at work.

I’d been stressed out all week, and I know this sounds cheesy, but when I was done with my nails I felt…refreshed. I felt pretty and witty and bright. Soon I’m going to try Sally Hanson’s Nail Polish Strips in the Kitty, Kitty pattern. Leopard print, here I come! 

Tiny Pleasure #2

Muthafuckin' HOT FRIES! I love these hardcore. They're in the vending machine at my job, but I don't eat them every day. Only on special occasions, like when I'm pissed off at something and need to eat my feelings. They make everything better. In my opinion, totally worth the processed food consumption. 

Tiny Pleasure #1

A fresh pot of coffee at work.

To quote the wise words of Terry Tate, "If you kill the Joe, make some mo'!"
I mentioned that I love a fresh pot, to which a coworker responded, "In every meaning of the word, right?" No comment!