May 28, 2013
Let's not mince words. You and me? We're done.
(Yup, it's like that).
You fooled me. You came highly recommended, and for awhile you duped me with your shiny red bottle, and your quick drying skills. But as I got halfway through the first bottle, you started to get...gloppy. I'd paint you over my coats of color, and you would spoil them with bubbles and streaks, and refuse to go on smoothly. There were many nails re-done because of the damage you caused.
But still...I persevered. I thought maybe it was my fault - I hadn't used you enough, or maybe I got a bad bottle. So I gave you a a few more chances and when the problem persisted, I got a new bottle, a fresh start.
But it happened again...and again...and again.
About a week ago, after applying two painstakingly even coats of red polish to my nails, you ruined them. I had to re-do all my efforts, and as I glared at you, I mumbled, "that's it, I am done." I finally reached my breaking point - I hope you're proud.
So this is it. The gauntlet has been thrown. The line drawn in the sand.
I will move on and find something so much better. I would have been in it for the long haul - when I find something I love I am loyal, but I realize now it was nothing but a game to you.
I hope it was worth it. You know how often I paint my nails - and now you'll never be a part of it again.
Oh, and don't kid yourself - it's definitely you, not me.