I've had a Ford Escort rental car for the past three days and I feel like a totally different person. Cars are funny that way. Reason being -- my VW was recalled for one oxygen-sensor-instrumental-breakdown problem or another. Actually, I probably would've ignored that for a while longer had not my airbag warning light gone on this past Sunday. I couldn't help but have visions of the airbag smashing into my face as I madly drive down 101, late for work as usual... Turns out it was the passenger side (whew), but that they need "The Upholsterer" to come in and make some incisions. Thus, the Escort. "Escort" is really an interesting choice of names for a car, don't you think?

Admission: I saw Crossroads on Sunday and loved every minute of it. In my defense, Lisa Schwarzbaum did award the movie a B+. Though I noticed that Britney and friends weren't wearing seatbelts for their girl-bonding/boy-loving road trip. Now what kind of message is that sending today's youth?

Something unbelievably awful just happened to one of my close friends. I really don't have any words for it.