I need to get something off my chest. Henna scares the crap out of me. There! I said it. I’ve always had this intense fear that something is going to go terribly wrong with my skin and it’s going to fall off (or something closer to that scene in Hellraiser where that guy gets his skin ripped off) and as crazy as it might sound, henna is the embodiment of all those fears.
I don’t know what it is. I just think it looks creepy. You have to admire the attention to detail though. But still… creeeeepy!
PS – I hope the Nerddd still loves me after this!
Only if you let me give your face one good rubdown with my henna’d hands.
Oooh, would you do a parody of Madonna’s Frozen? Then you could wear henna and work through your fear while making us laugh. Hmm?
Craig,
Let’s take a trip out to Jackson Heights soon. We can have a great, oily brunch at Kabob King, buy a few pirated Bollywood DVDs, and have our hands done up in henna! I can just picture you spitting paan on the sidewalk! Loveliness!