Doh!!

I fahking hate pink nail polish. Actually, I hate pink in general. (Which is why it totally makes sense that I have a pink blog.) But the kick ass Betsey Johnson dress that I'm wearing to this weekend's big event has pink underneath the black, so I opted for pink nails, rather than black.

Now, I do my nails all the time. Usually with neutral colors that would blend in perfectly with the carpet if say, I happened to spill it everywhere. So the one FREAKIN' time I am using hot pink, I manage to spill it all over the carpet, my coziest sheets, and the comforter. LOVE IT.

Even after scrubbing like a mad woman, it's still obvious, which means bye-bye apartment deposit. I've kept this place immaculate for over three years and one month before I move out it's screwed. I mean, really. It was one of those fumble to catch it as it continues to fall, spraying pink everywhere, trying to save it from the inevitable, splattering landing.

Not to mention the fact that EVERYONE else who is going to the damn wedding is getting their nails professionally done. So this is what I get for just trying to save a buck so I can get the hell out of Nashville sooner. Nice.

(Speaking of my beloved LA, if you want to defend your dixie land further, there appears to be more drama here, here and here.)

Oh, cool. Just noticed that in cleaning it off my furniture, it took off the finish. Brilliant.