I got some metal smashed into my face a few days ago. I like it, it's cute and non-threatening to people and children at the shelter. I am lucky to have a job I can ink, dye and pierce whatever I want.

I really have to stop ripping at my toenails in a neurotic fit. It's a terrible and disgusting habit, but is sickly satisfying. I was already given the world's most hideous feet by horrendous foot DNA handed down from my hoof bearing parents. Clawing at them like a primate is not helping my already handicapped against sandals feet.

Painting them is some lame effort to make them less appealing to rip at. Like if they look good I'll somehow be presented w/ a reason not to manhandle them down to bloody stumps of bulbous flesh. But now I am just presented with bright shiny objects to play with.