O.P.I. SHADE PUMP UP THE VOLUME

OPI: "BRUSH ON A BOLT OF NEON YELLOW ‘BRIGHT’ OFF THE TOUR"

​Vivid, intense, piercing Yellow.

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I actually didn't feel like goin' at all. As in this particular moment I would be at my happiest place if I could just turn off the telephone and dissapear like Alice in Wonderland, hiding from everyone so that noone would recognize me on the street and I can completely avoid talking to anyone. I didn't feel like spending even additional 6 minutes of my life dedicating it to any particular human being as I have spent way too much time on meaningless life forms that offered me no turnover whatsoever. Complete waste. Not even separated to be recycled.

• Don't be such a dramma, Mya.

Maybe I would appear more normal if I would to talk to my dogs instead of myself, although I believe it wouldn't seem completely normal as well.
I'm finishing the mini dispute to myself underlined with thinking what is even considered to be normal these days, and to whom's standards.

• Don't tire yourself with boloney.

I was on my way to the pharmacy with the intention to buy red flops when I realized I like the silver ones better, but as my size seemed to be out of stock in the colors preferred and I felt too lazy to go on a hunt to some other pharmacy, I decided to buy the ones I didn't actually want. It is just several days ahead I will come to the conclusion that those were just the ones I was supposed to have. I don't believe in coincidences. I don't think they exist. Nothing is accidental and everything is somehow perfectly mached up and directed from some other universe which is sometimes hard to comperhend or understand unless winded back in a flash of an "aha" moment.

When I have finally reached my destination, I was kind of proud I did't let my grumpy side to take over my actions trying to pin me down to the usual cozy patterns making me hide from everyone and opt out from heading to the seaside. Although the end of the not-as-long drive has made me a bit inpatient, I have decided to stray away from the route for a coffee intervention. My two little companions and all of my imaginary friends have settled to a place vibrant in childhood memories.

Bits and pieces of the memory childhood pictures started to roll out backwards in swift flashes pulling me into the basement of my past, as in totally opposide direction of the supposed go-ahead in life. I just muted the film and let them fold whatever way they want, just opening a new browse tab in my intimate space focusing on the now. The Coffe mug. The Harbour ahead of me. And my Flops.

• PUMP Up the Volume.

Although I am not actually wearing this color as I'm currently firmly convinced it would go better on some other skin tones rather than mine, I have decided to just go ahead and pretend to be wearing it, for the sake of the story. OPI GelColor shade PUMP Up the Volume, summer 2019 NEON collection, very vivid, intense, piercing yellow, announcing the feeling of a.... Cold drink in a summer beach bar near the sea, some intresting conversation and mingling, salty skin or lips and the deep sound of the some kind of drum'n'base. Let the summer begin.