Scrappy

I feel like I look really scrappy in these photos. It must be the early morning lighting, my "I'm barely awake" face, and the nasty "fade into orangutan orange" color my ombre highlights are taking. C, a friend of mine from grad school, confessed that my personal adjective, in his opinion, was "scrappy." And I think he meant pugnacious since the conversation that ensued after that was about how we both would be characters in a noir-ish detective story, he being the cranky, semi-alcoholic, always disheveled private eye and I being the argumentative, ultra-organized and stylish secretary.