traffic in LA suuucks. sooo much.it.hurts. i jump in my car as miss ana serrano (a twenty something year old artist who enjoys watching movies over and over again, ice cream, and naps) but within half an hour of being inside my car i become adam sandler's character in punch drunk love, i seriously want to take a baseball bat and smash car windows.
finally after nine years of driving here, i've come up with a way to stay sane. (bc listening to my fav music wasn't helping anymore) so, it's simple: i've filled my baby ipod with podcasts from my two new favorites radio lab and the moth, they help me focus on good, positive, fun things. and i learn and i laugh and it's all wonderful and then i have to find parking.