POST VOTING DISORDER

It has been exactly a week since I voted and I still have ink on my nail. Clearly, I wasn't one of the smart girls who went to vote with painted nails. Having a tattooed nail- my friend decided IEBC used tattoo ink- does have its perks though. In a moment of pure boredom and inspiration, I decided to write a love letter between inanimate objects. I chose the letter to be to my nail from the tattoo ink IEBC used. Enjoy!

Dear Nail,

I am no nail polish. I will stand the test of time. I will not chap after a day of hard work or when you brush against a rough edge and leave you broken or thirsty for another touch of polish. I, ink, will not leave you. I shall stick with you, through soapy water and butter knife like incisors; I will stand by you even on those days when you're not at your best. I won't try to hide who you truly are behind neon colors of the rainbow and beyond, no, not me. Instead I'll knit myself into your little ridges and valleys and we'll become one, somehow complementing each other. I will be the sign that you did something great and that there's a bone of selflessness in you. Trust me, I will make you better. And don't mind what your fellow nails say; they've never been in a long-term relationship. We can grow and age together as they remain single or swap from being wrapped around the passionate arms of scarlet red polish to those of royal purple forever. But I will stay with you and hold you as tight and as long as God will let me. And if I ever begin to fade away from your beautiful curves, it is not that I don't love you anymore; it is that our time together will have come to an end. And I hope then you will look back not with regret but with thanksgiving that we were together, that you'll get butterflies every time you think of me, because I know I will.

And this is where I got my inspiration from:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIAQENsqcuM