For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.
My nails are a disaster. If I play guitar when my nails are long, I just tear them off.
I bite the hell out of my fingernails. I can't stop. I should stop. It would be nice to grow my fingernails out. It would be healthier. I could pick up dimes.
If I didn't have fake nails, my fingers would be bloody stumps.
What's with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?
I still bite my nails.
I just blow-dry my hair and put on mascara and lip gloss, and I'm ready to go. I really don't get long nails. They're so Edward Scissorhands.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
I have these long nails, but I literally do nothing to them! The thought of filing my nails drives me insane.
All your mannerisms change easily when you have inch-long acrylic nails.