hennalicious

I got bored last night, so I decided to give henna another try. Last time I henna’d, it turned my head bright orange – not necessarily a bad thing, so I gave it another go. I used Rainbow Henna in Persian Red, mixed with coffee instead of water and with a healthy dose of ground cloves and some saffron. I’m earthy! The result is pretty cool. My head looks like fall; a bunch of browns and reds and oranges all mixed together. It should be pretty cool in the sunlight. I am satisfied.

I utterly ruined some poor woman’s morning, though. I asked for extra salsa to go with my breakfast burrito, and I thought she was going to punch me – she got the meanest look on her face, audibly sighed, then stomped off to get the salsa which she threw into the bag most ungraciously. Jeez, lady – how did you ever graduate McUniversity? Surly fast food workers don’t really bother me, except this woman is the manager and is usually pretty nice. She must be having a bad day, and now I feel guilty for making it that much worse by asking for more salsa. I am a bastard. How I can live with myself, I’ll never know.

I was not kidding when I said my mother and I aren’t close. She knows next to nothing about me, as demonstrated in the following pieces of conversation –

In which Ed covers for me:
Ed: no, Kim can’t come to the phone .. she’s in the bathroom dyeing her hair
Mom: Is she dyeing it blonde?
Ed: Um, no ..

In which we randomly discuss vehicles:
Mom: What kind of car is this?
Me: It’s a Mazda 3
Mom: It’s pretty big
Me: Yeah, it’s why we have it .. I liked the amount of space it has
Mom: You should get an SUV
Me: Um, what?
Mom: Why don’t you have an SUV? I’m surprised you kids don’t have an SUV.
Me: …