'The Season made for Joys', by John Gay, 1728

Youth's the season made for joys,
Love is then our duty:
She alone who that employs
Well deserves her beauty.
Let's be gay
While we may:
Beautiy's a flower despised in decay.

Let us drink and sport today,
Ours is not tomorrow.
Love with youth flies swift away:
Age is nought but sorrow.
Dance and sing
Time's on the wing:
Life never knows the return of Spring.

pink champagne and chips;

because i can't be completely classy. i'm not actually a 'lady', they just think i am. i don't remove my nail varnish, it chips off until there's nothing left and when i find the time i'll paint a fresh coat, which isn't often. i always feel good with fresh nail varnish on though, i should look after my nails better. they do, however, look a lot better now that they're not stained with blue hair dye-which they were for the past month or so, i got some very funny looks at work...