round the troops.

i am boycotting cabs.

not because they are overpriced... and neither due to a love of walking home late at night alone into the bizzare-o world of the three blockage ghetto-ass manhattan that i live in.

because every cab i have gotten into in the last week has had an unconscionable smell. the very faint sense-memory of it brings me to the edge of manic rage.

well not really, but it grosses me out.

Cait said it smelly cab drivers and not smelly cabs.

thats because she is a racist.

i think its a general social conspiracy to get me to puke in a cab, which proudly, in four years in nyc i have never done (surprising for a weak stomached drunk eh?)

that's because i'm a paranoid delusional.



but for serious, what gives. last night the smell was so vulgar my wide open window didn't even put a dent in the acrid odor.

and the night prior, when a spout of nausea in brooklyn prompted me to almost puke in a garbage can on flatbush ave at 10pm, the stink of the very necessary cab home made me wanna jump out whilst crossing the bk bridge (and don't get me started as to why he took the bk bridge...)

so, in conclusion. no more cabs. unless i spot a air freshner hanging from the rear view mirror. and said air freshener must not be any sort of fruit scented (especially strawberry) or any mix of vanilla or other offensive air freshener varieties. thats just adding insult to injury.


in other news, we walk the walk to freedom from nyu this week. except for cait and me. who will owe nyu money for the greater part of our adulthood. yay college.