Sh*t Happens

Meet: Ryan. (AKA: Roommate/semi-professional hair color-ist/piss pants)

Ryan is my Adventure Buddy. Oh yes. When broke and bored there is nobody better to hang out with. Good times are a given when we get together, making him one of my absolute best friends. No questions asked, any flaw forgiven. We both have the philosophy of shit happens. The philosophy that gets us through the bad days with at least half a smile, and lets us laugh about it the next day.

So we move into our new apartment Sunday. The most exciting/frightening thing to happen thus far. We're making just enough to afford our own place and survive. A daunting task for any jelly-spined teenager. Luckily, Ryan and I are buff with a "we've-got-this" attitude.

So let me introduce you to Ryan, the semi-professional hair color-ist. He's going to beauty school, eventually to be a color specialist. Tonight I submitted myself to his skills by asking his help in dying my hair. I've been on a purple streak, I've always wanted it that way so now that mums gone and I know I won't be fired for it, my hair is purple. I enlisted a 12 year old to help the first time (never again) and a friend, Joey, to help the second (also no go. Think globs of purple gel thrown at your head and splattered around the bathroom.) Ryan was, well, semi-better. The color was even and he had a nifty little apron thing to keep my clothes clean. What's not so great is my scalp, currently a lovely shade of neon blue-ish purple. LOL

And Ryan piss pants, my favorite. This is the Ryan that pulls out his Wang to pee on the side of the street just as a cop decides to drive that way. This is the Ryan that, mid stream, shoves his Wang back into his pants in order to avoid the Public Indecency ticket. This is the Ryan who ends up changing in my shorts because the night isn't over yet and we still have a friend to steal. (We'll meet Syd later) This is the Adventure Buddy Ryan who makes my day, every day.