Saturday Boredom
So...we dyed my hair black today...again. Cause we were bored. Don't panic. It's a cheap dye so it will wash out in a week or so. No worries. (this is what happens when left to our own devices I suppose) But srsly. The blasted SUN has bleached my hair so it has had this reddish look to it for a few weeks now. Do. Not. Want. So what can ya do? And when I say we, I mean WE. I sat in a chair while Nick put on the gloves and coated every hair with color. Pretty spiffy for a straight dude. Just sayin'. Although the 'girl talk salon gossip' was limited to "you're hair looks like snakes sticking up like that"..."lolz"... and him apparently trying to dye the skin all around my hairline, and neck, and shoulder, and ears... black too. Whatever, he enjoyed it.
Sorry no pic. Every light in this place has a golden hue to it so the pics just look like the freaking golden brown it was.
However, Nick had some nice commentary after.
First, he couldn't get over the jet black. Then, he commented on how it makes the blue in my eyes 'pop'. (did I say straight dude?) Then, he called me 'one of those goth chicks'.
Then a few hours later I caught him off guard walking by and he looks up, smirking and says:
"your mom is gonna sh*t when she sees you next weekend."
Touché... Nick...Touché.
Although I'd be willing to be it will be half back to normal by then.
Bad Parenting
So...at some point this afternoon during the great hair dying extravaganza; Nick got a wash cloth out of the linen closet.
Fast forward 6 hours...
We start hearing scratching. Like frantic, 'help me I'm dying", scratching.
Oh I bet you can see where this is going.
So I swear up and down that it's just Thomas in his litter box. (what! he's loud) Luckily, Nick decides to investigate...finding a very frantic and slightly crazed Thomas in (you guessed it) the linen closet. Oops.
So what does Thomas do in the first 5 minutes of freedom? Find, trap and kill a huge spider lurking near the dryer. Guess he figured he better start earing his keep around here. Or else perhaps he was just showing us what he could (and still might) do to us as payback. I mean he kept looking at me all weird-like and I don't know ... I just kind of got this vibe that he was going to like cut the spider's head off and put it on my pillow or something.
Poor Baby. I'm guessing it's a good thing we don't have kids... *mutters* six hours...
Making others think they're crazy
(i.e. -good times)
So... this is a Jason story. But still LOL worthy. I mean srsly. Even Nick LOLed (hard) at my retelling of this (and you know how bad I SUCK at trying to retell stories)
So sometime in the recent past - Jason came home from a night out, went back outside for something (in his boxers) and came back in through the front door all while his roommate slept on the couch. The next morning the roommate (RM) says:
RM: I have to hear about what happened last night.
J: Why?
RM: You came home in your boxers.
J: What?!? No I didn't.
RM: Yes you did. I saw you come in the house wearing boxers.
J: Ummm. No. You. Didn't. *giving him that "you're crazy!" look*
RM: *thinks about it* huh. I guess I was sleeping. I could have sworn...
J: Uh. Yeah. You must have been b/c that didn't happen.
RM: I must have dreamed it then.
J: *shocked* YOU DREAM ABOUT ME... IN MY BOXERS!?!?!? WTF dude!?!?
Ok hopefully that was half as funny to you. B/c I think I rolled on the floor for at least 25 minutes after hearing this.
The best part: RM still thinks he dreams of Jason wearing nothing but boxers. :-D
