My Pinkies are Pink!! :)








Hm, I think you can't really see it in the pictures...

But my nails are light opaque pink now - and it's AWESOME!!!!

It's an AWESOME colour and nobody can say anything un-nice about it!

muahahahahhahahaha


Yay yay!!!! :P

Comments

siawase_tenshi said…
Haha...there you go again!! Obssession with nail polish and everything nail-ish huh? haha...nyway, opaque pink looks so deliciously sweet on your nails! ^^
March 24, 2009 at 1:40 AM
Liz said…
>>siawase_tenshi
Awwwwwww Thanks babe!! heeeee :)
*dances off ground*
March 24, 2009 at 12:10 PM
Unknown said…
pink.. it does not look pink.. but maybe a different shade of white or liquid paper...

anyway... it mush be cream pink or something very white...

it looks like white yogurt with a small drop of red syrup...
March 27, 2009 at 2:22 PM
Liz said…
>>Timothy K
Apa ewwww?? How dare you!!! *sobs*

>>Arnan
Don't be mean!! It's NOT white, and it's NOT liquid paper! Quit it!! :(
March 28, 2009 at 12:00 PM
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