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Enough bitching. The coolest lady was in the bike shop today--probably in her sixties, Rita Hayworth-dyed red hair, movie star makeup, a cool hat and bow in her hair, wearing a tank top that showed multiple surgery scars and a weird lump on her chest (What does a pacemaker look like?) and she was the COOLEST person. Just funny and happy and winking and smiling and when she was leaving and her bikes were going to be dropped off, she slipped us a $5 to tip the driver and called "Just have him call my cell phone and I'll meet him up front. Have him look for a gorgeous redhead!"

That lady fucken RULED.

I made it a practice a few years ago to catch myself when I might be making fun of someone and replace my comment with "Awesome," "rad," or something like that. And you know, it changes my view of lots of people. Not the arrogant yupppie shits that I spend most of my days waiting on, but the crazy old ladies and people in ridiculous clothing and whatever else. It's a far, far better way to see the world than being convinced I am cooler than everyone else.

I now cannot wait to be a crazy old lady with a collection of hats and dyed red hair.

Until that happens, though, I am not going to think about my 11-hour work day, general malaise, or fear of what comes next in my life.

I'm going to think about two phone calls from the guy today just to say hello.

And my tattoo shop guy calling me "smart and beautiful--a double threat."

I'm going to think about interviewing John freakin' Doe and upcoming interview with Lucero, again.

And the Tarnation DVD that came in the mail today that I'm going to watch after I eat and realize that I have no excuse for not making movies, and that my life is far easier than Jonathan Caouette's has been and he's still kicking ass. Brilliant, brilliant film, that is. (if you haven't heard of it, read my review and then rent it. and then buy it.)