So, I must say that it is lovely today because today is the first time that I have been on the internet in 2 months. Thanks for that mom. Even now, my computer is still dead and I'm at a friends house. Anyway, I have only one interesting story to tell that I can remember. It is probably the second time in my life that I have ever feared for my life. I am at my cousin's house helping her with her garage sale. It is cold and drizzly outside so we moved everything into her garage and are currently sitting on a couch that she is selling when this guy rides up on a bike. Everything starts out normal enough, the conversatation focused on the crappy weather and how the pool is closed when he tells me that I have very nice hair. That is also normal because I have really long ringlet curly dark brown hair and people always tell me it is nice when I actually wear it down. Then he asked, "How often do you shampoo it?" Which is where the conversation starts getting a little weird. I tell him once a day and that I use Garnier Fructis Curl and Shine. His response to that is, "Can I wash it for you?" Now the conversation is very weird almost to the point of scary. Of course I say no but he continues to ask, "Can I wash it for you when I get back... please?" I say no again and he gets me with the question, "Why?" I am not the type of person to say, "Because you are a crazy and scaring the hell out of me," so I say, "Because I have already washed my hair today." Which was the truth. Then he took a step foreward; now he was less than a yard away from me. I took a step back and realized I was now backed up against the couch and he asked again, "Can I wash it for you when I get back?"By this time I was having flashes of CSI episodes and was sure something horrible was going to happen when my cousin stood up, side stepped closer to me and said, "No, she said she already washed it today." You would hope he would get the hint and go away but no. He asks, "Then can I comb it for you?" I say "No," so he says, "Why?" I tell him because if you comb it when it is dry it will get frizzy which was stupid because then he comes closer and continues to ask if he could wash it then, and my cousion and I didn't know what the hell to do. Then my cousin's boyfriend pulled up in his car and he came out with Norman, his 90 lb. black lab and Mr. Crazypants got back on his bike and rode away. Thank Goodness. My cousin could have sworn he was going to whip out a knife or a gun on me and I would get abducted and she would never see me alive again. Don't ask me how he could have abducted me on his bike, he would have figured something out. On a lighter note, I started playing God of War. I loved it. I finished it and am now playing God of War II.
KuroMirai · Fri Aug 10, 2007 @ 09:01pm · 0 Comments |