This is the best possible hand contortion to read “2011,” right? I don’t have the mind to design this sort of thing.
More importantly, one of the greatest things about this new job in the new year is that I can wear nail polish again.
My dad’s first keen observation of 2011 occurred barely into the new year when he looked at My Chemical Romance’s lead, and queried his offspring, “Why do I feel like I’m looking at Margaux Hemingway?” Comparing both side-by-side, the answer can only be, because the are the same person.
Anyway. Football games are on, mulled cider’s on the stove, I have to jet. Keep being lovely, Tumblr.
