Cheese With Lard And Nail Growth

A couple of days back, I looked myself in the mirror and flinched.

I thought I looked like a huge slab of rotten cheese smothered with lard slothily plonked on the floor. It was a bit of a hapless moment for me.

So lazy wanna work out, can? I have thought of working out, but thinking is as far as I can go. People love their bodies, so they work out to keep it in shape. I love my body, so I won't put it under stress or pressure.

And then I'm also trying to grow out my nails. My previous attempts were all futile. Why is it so hard to kick the nail-biting habit?

I believe I'm largely bored and don't know what to do with my hands. Hmm, come to think of it, could it be because I don't know what to do with MY MOUTH?

Early this year (it could be last year, I dunno), I koped this nail growth activator thingy from a cousin. It's half bottle gone 'cos remember the previous futile nail-growing attempts? I found the miracle bottle and started to use it.


The last time I used it, I lasted 3 days. After which I mercilessly chomped out all that's grown. Which means the thing really works!

I'm just hoping I last longer this time. Guess I gotta find something to do with my mouth then, eh? *winks*