What do you call these kinds of drawings after a while? I keep posting “doodle,” but that’s boring after you post 70 of them. The beauty industry is genius at this.. I need to start jotting down cosmetics I see at Sephora and Target (Spring Fling, Midnight Marionette, Sienna Sorbet..) This past week Old Town has been devastatingly hot, so I dub this the Hugus Alley Hazard.
My funkiest drawings seem to appear only when I’m not concentrating, when I don’t know what my hand is going to do next. And that’s what she said. But since I can’t predict what happens while I’m deliberately putting my L brain on hold, I get strange results, like this doodle I did while hanging behind the cash register last night. For some reason, this man looks like a Persian version of Abe Lincoln. Must be the nose. The gold leaf is a nod to Papyrus’s $12.00 Niquea.D heart and unicorn cards. Lol.
A few days ago I filled in as a cashier at the Ventura Blvd Papyrus in Studio City. I normally hang out at the Pasadena location, which means 90 percent of the customers are old ladies and accountants’ wives. That’s great, and so is the Armani store next to us, but I need a little more superficial excitement. Newt Gingrich was the only big wig that I’d seen in my 18 months out here in LA (Valentine’s week). Not that I’m a People reader, but up until Thursday I’d felt a bit jipped- D.C. politicians may be celebrities but they just don’t shimmer like stars. It’s like living in Paris on a gluten free plan.
I was complaining about this great deprivation Tuesday afternoon to my new coworker, who happens to be the spitting image of Glee’s Lea Michele. Throughout the slow morning of folding tissue paper and straightening straight cards (in partial thanks to the flip flopped minstrel outside), I noticed 2 things: 1. Why are there so many [~*hot*~] guys coming into this store? and 2. Celebrity assistants are upTIGHT
Turns out I’d rung up James Marsden of 27 Dresses and Thomas Ian Nicholas of American Pie… the terrible thing is that I learned this after they left the store. I figured Marsden was someone I should recognize, but of course I didn’t make the connection out of context of the movie. He was all casual in a ball cap and faded cotton shirt, but right as I scanned his yellow tissue paper with other wrapping supplies I asked if he needed tissue paper
Never saw American Pie, but that reminds me that I haven’t baked one in forever.