Floral Fingernails

Blazer,Belt,Sweetheart Bracelets- Vintage, Chambray-esque Shorts- BCBGeneration, Lace Tank,Bralet- Aritzia, Hoop Earrings- Free People, Shoes- Urban Outfitters

So the crazy eyes in that last photo most definitely sum up my current state of mind. I'm at the point where exhaustion blends with nutso-giddiness. You know, that feeling you got in middle school the morning after a successful sleepover. And of course we all know that "successful" means that the gossip was horribly cruel enough for those sick adolescent psyches AND you managed to stay awake all night. Because if you didn't...oh man, the gossip would inevitably turn to you, the baby sleeping on the floor who totally stole blahblahblah's boyfriend a few months ago, has fat kneecaps, and hurled after only one Smirnoff Ice that time under the bleachers. God, middle school is the biggest hellhole. I seriously just like, shivered at the mere thought. 

Anyway. Remember last night? When I like, totally drunk-posted? Well that was mostly batshit crazy nonsense (uhhh no more Open Letters To the CIA- I am most definitely a political drunk), but I'm suspicious that my current exhaustion level is just gonna mean more crazy nonsense writing. So. Before I start pondering whether or not Leon Panetta might be a hologram (ya, I def did that in my last post), I'm officially cutting myself off.

Goodnight, peoplez. Bedtime bedtime bedtime!!!!

EDIT: Ok, so I've managed to climb out from the little rabbit hole of drunken exhaustion where I spent the weekend. A couple things:
1) I thought I'd need to go back and edit my last (ohsodrunk) post, but read it over and (although it's like, bonkersly bonkers) decided to leave the whole lengthy screed alone. So ya, there are some definite nonsensical portions/grammatical horrors. 
However, I was really only worried about having inadvertently written something politically or socially insensitive. Thankfully, I just really didn't notice anything like that. So maybe you disagree with my (admittedly leftist) political views, maybe you think I'm an insane person now, maybe you think some of what I write doesn't belong on an ostensible style blog, but as long as I didn't upset you, all is well. Though I never, ever want to hurt any feelings, I'm not blogging to please everyone. I'm blogging because it's fun as hell. I hope you like me, but if you don't, then godspeed. I am pretty damn odd.

2) Regarding this post: I'm obsessed with my current fingernail situation, but was so exhausted last night that I completely forgot to tell you about why I have the Most Beautiful Nails In the Universe. It's those Sally Hansen nail sticker whatevers. God, that was the least descriptive description ever. But I'm probably being redundant anyway, since apparently I was super late to the nail sticker party. After spending all weekend excitedly shoving my fingers in people's faces and getting half-bored "oh, it's those Sally Hansen stick-ons you buy at CVS" in return, I'm sorta doubting a description is necessary. So um, yay! Flowers!