I am going to choose to believe that this is Debbie Harry because of the X recording that starts with Exene saying something like“I met Debbie Harry last night and she was really snotty to me!”

Yeah, exactly. There was a lot about Anne’s teenage sexuality that got left out, as well as some run of the mill teenage unkindness she might have had towards the family or the others hiding with them.

This caused me to think of who I have actually met while traveling, eating out, etc and realised it was quite a list, in no particular order, with no amazing stories (or I’m not telling with one or two!):

Debbie Harry?

Boy George yelled at me when my camera jammed at his book signing in London. “Hurry the fuck up!” Then I saw him a few weeks later in the upstairs VIP lounge at Crash and he asked me for a light and after I told him he hurt my feelings in front of a lot of people. He said something along the lines of, “Sorry, can’t…

Okay, get ready to cry your eyes out.

matt damon once stole my taxi, realized he stole my taxi, and then got out so i could get my taxi and gave me a $50 because he felt so bad about it. matt damon is fucking awesome.

“Kurt Russell” was the name of Disney’s beloved boyhood sled.

Yesterday I learned that the last thing Walt Disney did before he died was write Kurt Russell’s name on a piece of scrap paper. Nobody knows why.

* to save anyone else the google, a fruit machine is known in America as a slot machine.

Ooh! I finally get to share!

Oh my fucking god, that is darling. DARLING.

Well, if that’s his employment plan, it’s too slow and time consuming to be effective for the whole country.

Our family tradition at Christmas is to go out Christmas Eve for lunch at a greasy spoon, be polite to the server, and leave a $100 tip in cash. It’s kind of selfish, actually— we all get to feel super altruistic, and we race to get out before the server finds the cash and feels like they need to thank us.

I missed waiting on Willem Dafoe twice this summer, at the cafe I work at (probably for the best, since I would’ve probably turned every shade of Pantone red before saying something weird and embarassing). But by all accounts, he is one of the nicest customers ever.

Concur. On all counts.

Donald Trump will flirt with the waitress. Every single time. He’s usually pretty good at getting the waitress to flirt back.

I would have thought Colonel Sanders would be a breast man.

Nigel Barker was always such a twat.