schadenfreude

Spent all day yesterday in a salon to get the fucking hideous black out of my hair. Thankfully, the stylist was totally anal and was a complete perfectionist; therefore, my hair is a) not fried b) all one even nice red color c) cut well and d) styled well. Love her.

Have been blowing off the F.B. for the past five days due to an argument about money he owes me. He's been calling like twice a day leaving whiny messages on my voice mail. So finally I pick up today and it's like he's gone Cruise-azy. Flipping out. Paranoid I'm seeing someone else. (Uh, not like this was exactly an exclusive arrangement in the first place, so I'm not sure what's going on here.) I think I'm going to let him cool off by himself for a while....... a long while.

There's this ledge above my bathtub that one of my cats likes to jump onto while I'm soaking in there with a book and a glass of wine. It's a weird angle for her to jump to but she's always made it fine.......... until yesterday morning, when she missed the jump and came falling down into the bathtub, claws out in panic, and crashed onto my poor naked bod. She scratched the living shit out of both my arms and one poor boob. Almost got a pierced nip out of the deal. She was soaking wet and EXTREMELY embarrassed. All in all, quite amusing, if you ignore the bloodshed.