*Heads up: brain not functioning.*
I used to pull chunks of my hair through those Hard Candy nail polish rings because I thought it was really cute and innovative. Eye of the beholder, I guess? I don't know, I was nine. So I can't use that as an excuse for what happened last night...
They're little toy rings from one of those quirk-type toy stores whose dude employees probably jack it to Zooey Deschanel while listening to White Denim. It's called Toy Joy. Toy, toy, toy. It's cute! And I hear they have good ice cream that's made of not-milk. Not, not, not.
Cute? Or not? I didn't go outside like this. I passed out eating pineapple and watching Clue.