testing. testing. 1.2.3...

Posted by yz on Monday, June 08, 2009 in

I'm baaaaaacccccck but this doesn't count as a real post, OK because I don't feel like I have a single thing to write about. My muse, has taken leave without notice so I'm winging this one. The most interesting thing that happened to me, let's see. Oh yes, last week...

So I woke up and dragged myself to the bathroom, right? And looked at myself and the face looked the way it usually does, passable. My hair looked like steel wire gone wild. It had turned brownish red and given the options of natural, permed, broken, uncombed, dread locked, it had said "fuck it, ALL!"

So this state of affairs can't be allowed, right? The masses must be kept under control. I call in the special forces; shampoo, conditioner, and treatment. For some reason, my eyes pause on the intensive treatment section, that add a egg business. For some reason my brain goes on translate this into brilliant idea do it...So I go to the kitchen, get an egg, a container, mix some of the treatment and the egg then continue to the bathroom.

Everything is going well. Shampoo. bas. Put in the treatment avec egg. Bas. Get out of shower and blow dry for fifteen minutes with cap. Bas. Take off cap, and wrinkle my nose at the smell of egg but don't think too much about it. Get back in shower and wash out hair, and climb. Towel dry. Com...comb.... COMB! The damn comb was no longer going through my hair which is not an issue I ever have. I look at it and see bits of...is that white? And why did the smell of egg not go away yet? So I trundle back to bathroom mirror and there was my answer. Somehow the blow dryer had cooked the egg which had not mixed with the treatment like it was supposed to. Scrambled eggs. Scrambled eggs in my hair. My house mate's girlfriend couldn't stop laughing for the life of her.

That's all I will say on that subject.....ever.