My Fingernails Will Never Be Polished

Once I was babysitting and I spilled fingernail polish removial on their nice wooden dinningroom table. The parents didn't say anything to me, and neither did I, but a few years later the little girl told me that I wasn't allowed to do my nails at the table. When I told her I didn't have fingernail polish with me she then showed me the table. I had erased it from my memory before that moment. Sometimes I still get that guilt feeling about it.

Oh, and all that other bad shit I ever did in my life.

I bet when they review my life, like in that movie, they will totally spend a day discussing that incident. I will have to repeat my life again, unless I meet Meryl Strep and I fight to sit next to her on the bus. If anything, that movie told me that a few electic shocks can't stop me from getting into heaven!