I have had some choice cab drivers today. this morning’s turned out to be a surprise racist. this guy—idk yet. “hey girl” when I got in.

downside: bump and drop so bad there were screams (not me). upside: seatmate was 20 yr air force vet: “planes want to stay in the sky.”

also, i watched a tsa guy help a woman staple the hem of her dress pants after they tore. #notametaphor #seemsmeanigfulanyway

abbie wins for old LA rock stories (he saw James Taylor at the Troub in ‘68) & for: “fucking southwest, why can’t they fly Burbank to SFO?”

cabbie on LA: “It’s a town where somebody’ll give you their wife but punch you for leaning on their car.”

brb, generating seo keywords for my brain.

just passed a shitty old ford focus—w/ interior totally trimmed in long shaggy red furry carpet type material. ah, San Francisco.

it was like a muppet car, basically. sadly just a hippie chick driving, not fozzie the bear. #movinrightalong

today: bur > oak > @current > oak > bur > troubadour, for the features & ManO. feeling very day to night rocker barbie. #fb

WTF Burbank? expert traveler line is 2x length of regular security. but this is kind of a business pro airport.

my wife just fulfilled one of my 17yo self’s fantasies: she played “blister in the sun” for me. eat your heart out, angela chase! #fb

not that i want to consign Chuck to this fate, but he’s the only one who can really deliver exposition without it being painfully obvious.

75 words isn’t enough to include “inspired a legion of psycho fans” among accomplishments. which surely won’t stop the complaints anyway.

hey international iphone users: what have you found the best way to handle data plans while abroad? bonus points for africa…

dear stars who presume your sexuality is so “obvious” you don’t need to “come out” (even when i agree): do you really want to be sean hayes?