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Posted by karen_kay on November 5, 2006, at 9:23:55
is that what she's called?
and first a note... if you are weak at heart and dislike reading stories of torture, then read no further. one further note: i feel like sh*t, head to toe. i'll be better tomorrow, but this is only about 76%, not a full 100%. now, back to this gruesome story (i call it a story, but i assure you it is entirely true. some of the images that come to my head, even i don't know where they come from.)
my mother-in-law, who happens to be about my age, so i get to hear all of her sex stories with her husband (oh yah!), her problems, concerns (man, does she have some concerns!) and everything else on her mind. i don't normally mind, as i LOVE gossip (unless it's about me, that i can do without).
so, she came down for the day (while my husband was at work), i bought some beer and set off to drop kids off at school and get my nails done.
so, i get there. i kinda look around and see bet on the television. i'm thinking, 'ok, i hate doing this anyway but can't they fidn something better on tv. after some inappropriate comments on the tv, a man walks out and switches to cmt. i find myself regretting complaining in my mind aobut bet.)
they ask what i want. i say a fill-in (
now, as much as these things hurt to get done, if i don't i CHEW (eat, eat, gnaw) my fingernails. no, not 'cute' kid-like chewing. my finger's always in my mouth. they bleed. it hurts (you ge tthe idea). the only way to prevent my nerves from allowing me to chew my fingers off completely is the fact that i get these pretty nails and if they're pretty, i won't chew them (ok, i still chew them but jsut a little bit. maybe that's why i feel like sh*t, all those chemicals mixing with the messed up ones in my headf. possible law suit?)ANYWAY..... they point to my chair and it's not the person who usually does them. instead, i get a petite lady (so cute, looks liek she'd be gentle, i'm startign nto to dread this so much now.) WRONG!!!
i sit down and she grabs my fingers first thing. and she doesn't jsut grab then, she practically dislocates my knuckles. she asks how i want them done and i say 'as short as possible, but still pretty.' she smiles and pulls out the drill. (looks more like a miniature sander really but sounds like a drill and scares me to death. she starts drilling at my nails and it's not so bad (i think dallas cowboy cheerleaders show was on, so i got caught up in the cheerleader costumes. then she grabs the file. before using the fiule she does this thing where she pushes (forcefully!!) her nail into my nail bed. that's the part that begins the hurting. i cringe and tense up. i look around and everyone else is laughing talking, buying knockoff chanel bags (yes, they sell them there and these people jsut buy them up. i'm assuming they're knockoff, either way back to the story.) then she uses that blasted file. that's the part that hurts even more. she doesn't jsut file my nails gently, instead she goes at it. and it hurts. and for some reason, i get this image in my head. this little lady in buttless leather chaps, tassles and a leather mask. she's holding a large block of wood, with splints sticking out, filing not only my nails, but also my fingers. and the whole time she's standing there yelling at me 'YOU LIKE? YIOU LIKE?" this image helps me keep my mind off of the real file. i can't help but laugh, for a while actually. i can't get this woman's 'bad girl' image out of my mind. i'm quite certain she's a sadist in her free time. she only sorta looked up at me while i was giggling.
then, later that night, i'm watching this serial killer profiler show on discovery channel (think it's called most evil.) i started watching for my nail tech's pic to come up on the tv. it didn't, she's jsut not been caught yet. but, this 'specialist' in criminal profiling makes a comment that doesn't settle well. he says the 3 most common predecessor to becoming a serial killer are: emntal illness, abuse as a child, adn a head injury. i tell my husband 'dear god, i'm clumbsy anyway, watch that i don't bump my head.' he didn't promise.the show ends, i turn it to law and order svu. (oh, i watch this show whwenver its' on.my sister and i had a bet doing about which da was placed in witness protection and somehow i could remember all the names of the bad guys in that episode, the das' real and fake anmes, the shirt she was wearing when she got shot. you get the idea. (oh, and she was WRONG! i was right. why do people even bother to argue with my anyway?) ok, so this episode of l&o was about a mentally ill man who they suspect killed his therapist. talking about how severe these people's illnesses are ('oh, they suffer from mood disorders, manic deepression, and all other kinds of violent mental illnesses.' i'm beginning to think everyone's out to get me. maybe they're trying to tell me something. geez, all too much to take for one day. but, it did give me an idea. if i want to go really crazy (crazier than i already have been and that's been retty crazy) but i'm talkiing stealing cars, stalking chevy chase, smashing that stupid tv, or jsut taking off, i'd have a reason, right? i mean i'm crazy! i can do it, right? (now, this is starting to go somewhere else completely!!!!! i hate that i have to be so reliable now. i hate that i have people counting on me (why the hell would anyone count on me for anything anyway? don't they know i'm crazy? and irresponsible. and flighty. enough of this. i'm tired and i st ill feel like sh*t.
and another thing. my brother in law went to a c*ck fight last night. they wore gloves i guess and none got hurt, they jsut counted the number of punches each c*ck (can i say that herwe?) got in. made me remember that stupid seinfeld episode with the c*ck fight.
oh, and i got curb your enthusiasm season 3 now. larry david is such a jerk (i'd marry him if i wasn't amrried already. in fact mr larrry david, will you marry me? and then after watching all the episodes of that season, i had a dream aobut larry david.
ok, now i feel a little b it better. sorry, i think this place is my journal of sorts for me and these stupid stories somehow help pick me up.
Posted by karen_kay on November 5, 2006, at 9:32:45
In reply to my nail tech is a sadist, posted by karen_kay on November 5, 2006, at 9:23:55
noone was naked. it was a rooster fight. and i can't believe that comes up the way it does. good grief mr bob, if a person can't type c*ck, what's next? i'm not even being dirty here (but i could start if you like)
Posted by ClearSkies on November 5, 2006, at 15:45:33
In reply to my nail tech is a sadist, posted by karen_kay on November 5, 2006, at 9:23:55
It took me a while to figure out what a da was.
(((KK's poor nails)))
Posted by Jai Narayan on November 5, 2006, at 19:48:57
In reply to Re: my nail tech is a sadist » karen_kay, posted by ClearSkies on November 5, 2006, at 15:45:33
wow, how innocent...a simple nail file.
I have never even attempted to have my fingers looked at by professional nail people.
I have chewed for years...
nervous, I am.
I am pondering having someone give me a french braid.
that would cost me at least fifteen bucks...well I can ponder that very cheaply for a while. the things we do? don't it make you wonder.
Jai
Posted by kid47 on November 6, 2006, at 17:57:49
In reply to KK's life is so colorful and wild, posted by Jai Narayan on November 5, 2006, at 19:48:57
This reminds me very little of when I did a short ( half day) stint employed as a maintenance man at an apartment complex. I was very young and fairly stupid and I really knew nothing about maintaining anything (my brother got me the job). When I found out to facilitate communication I got to carry a walkie talkie, I was stoked. This was back before the proliferation of cell phones and about the niftiest thing an 18 year old kid could have was a walkie talkie.(especially if he didn't have a car... or a girlfriend...can you say GEEK) My first day the apartment managers voice comes blasting over the receiver and there was so much static all I could make out was something about apartment 217..... dirty caulk in the bathroom, and I should take care of it ASAP. So, I went home, had a peanut butter sandwich, took a nap, and never went back.
Posted by karen_kay on November 7, 2006, at 7:03:46
In reply to c*ck confusion... (caution kinda naughty), posted by kid47 on November 6, 2006, at 17:57:49
you'd drop everything to take that call. guess you jsut really don't know a person, do you?
oh, and the nap isn't surprising (but what ever happened to boca burgers for lunch? peanut butter, please!)
kk
Posted by kid47 on November 7, 2006, at 11:43:47
In reply to i'd have thought... » kid47, posted by karen_kay on November 7, 2006, at 7:03:46
I need to put a bell around your neck, so you can't sneek up on me like that. At least that would give me some time to take cover before you assail me in a hail of verbage with on of your drive-by posts....and then mysteriously disappear to that planet from whence you came......and as a matter of fact I had a lovely nutritous lunch that included Boca burgers, a salad sprinkled with almonds, and a large glass of chocolate milk. Of ocurse a woman with your refined and sophisticated palate would turn her nose up at peanut butter, but for a hick like me, PB&J (no J..actually I prefer marshmallow fluff) is good eats....speaking of naps, what time is it?
peace & happiness
kid
> you'd drop everything to take that call. guess you jsut really don't know a person, do you?
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> oh, and the nap isn't surprising (but what ever happened to boca burgers for lunch? peanut butter, please!)
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> kk
Posted by zenhussy on November 7, 2006, at 12:06:57
In reply to whoa » karen_kay, posted by kid47 on November 7, 2006, at 11:43:47
xoxo
an adoring fan (in need of a nap as well)
Posted by TexasChic on November 11, 2006, at 21:59:46
In reply to my nail tech is a sadist, posted by karen_kay on November 5, 2006, at 9:23:55
I'm simultaneously cringing (because I've been thinking about having my nails done for the first time) and laughing my *ss off at the picture I now have in my mind of your nail tech!
"YOU LIKE? YOU LIKE?"
That's freaking hilarious!!!
-T
So does it really hurt that bad? I was thinking of getting solar nails - no chipped polish to worry about.
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