oh to be distracted and entertained.

Its just one of those days where i wish someone would prank call me at work.

(615.321.5444 hint, hint)

I am here at Manuel, sort of by myself... our intern Danielle is here helping me out

but everything is so calm and so quiet.... so boring.

All I can hear is the spanish radio station and its making me crazy.

No Manuel.                           

No Morelia.

No Lauren.

NO FUN.

I wish some scary plastic surgery altered, faux tanned, weirdo in a bazaar snake skin suit would come into the store and entertain me with obnoxious tales of the "old days" in Los Angeles... 

Or that one of my friends would show up with a diet coke, white chocolate macadamia nut cookie, a stack of magazines and a funny story or two...

OR EVEN that we would get some kind of interesting package via the fed-ex delivery man...

like a box full of old photographs of people I do not know or hundreds of pieces of broken jewelry... maybe something i won on EBAY that i had forgotten all about.

I am desperate here. OBVIOUSLY.

Draw me a picture.

Write me a letter.

Compose me a song.

water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink

Nothing has really changed in my life as of late...

YET somehow this morning i woke up feeling different....

kind of STRANGE .... outside of myself... or removed from my life even. 

Not bad, Not good...just odd. Bazaar. Something else or Someone else.

I am going to blame it on the fact that I can not remember the last time the sun shined or that I am just plain sick and tired of  the bars in 5 points or bars altogether for that matter (or at least that is Lauren Wray's theory ).

Highlights of my day include:

Making it work on time after getting in at 4 am ( add walking to my car at 3crow and picking Lauren up into this equation)

Dissecting relationships, boy/girl interaction and the art of not thinking like a human being with intern Kelly while rhinestoning next to a space heater.

( this conversation was second only to our debate about decomposing flesh and dwarves vs. midgets )

Drawing peacocks and feathers for several hours

Actually taking a lunch break

Making up 'making out with marty stuart' scenarios for Wray and Kelly

(this is where I think of funny situations for the girls to be in that almost always include lip locking with mr. hillbilly rock himself and then they have to tell me how they would react. 

Its really one of my most favorite past times in the whole entire world)

The Ajax Lady.

I loathe answering the phone at work.

Its not my Job and for whatever god forsaken reason, it makes me CRAZY.

The other day it just so happened to be ringing off the hook and I randomly felt obliged to pick it up and oh, i am glad i did. 

It was the Ajax lady, you know, from the Cheech and Chong movie "Up in Smoke".

Her real name is June Fairchild and she lives in California and claims that at some point her late husband was business partners with my boss MANUEL.

Manuel at the time of the call was out of the country and obviously not available to speak to June so she talked my ear off for about 20 minutes instead.

She spoke of things such as meeting Johnny Cash and him picking her up and spinning her around because her name was the same as his wife's.

She also told me what a catch Marty Stuart used to be in his younger years and how she had always had a crush on him. 

She went on to explain that the Ajax scene, (her one claim to fame) was filmed using a tube taped to her cheek that was attached to a vacuum cleaner and that is how it appeared that she snorted all of that household cleaner.

Towards the end of our mostly one sided bazaar and off beat phone conversation, The loquacious Ms. Fairchild insisted that I tell Manuel that "Crazy June" had called, I guess that is what he used to call her back in the day....."Manuel was right on the mark with that one" sounds just about what I thought to myself, I responded only with a chuckle. Just HOW unsound the lady is, i never would have guessed until checking out the pictures from a story the LA times did on her in February of 2001

I never cease to be amazed by humans