This box of PowerBars was "BEST BY 27OCT2011." Today is October 31st. I just ate one. Am I going to die? I'm not going to die, right? God. How embarrassing would that be? "Greg lived a long and fruitful life. Blah, blah, blah. He passed after eating an expired PowerBar." But yo. I bet the internet connection in heaven is aces. And there's no RIAA. Illington.
DJing a Halloween party tonight. Shook Ones. Gallery Bar. 120 Orchard. Eight till close. Normal music upstairs, internet music downstairs. This is gonna be Epicnosaurus Rex, no questions asked. Details here.
So then I met Ms. Breck Gordon in Edinburgh. Travelled with her to London. We got lost drinking wine on the train. Some dudes beat me up at Fabric. Was great. But like, "Where do we go tomorrow night?" So off to Scala for JME and TTC. We cop Cuizinier raver kid tees so we can be super adorable and match everywhere we go. And Breck flirts with him for a wee bit. It was totally super awesome!
OMG! It snowed in Brooklyn! It's gonna snow more! OMG, OMG! Gah, bleh. Snow is disgusting. The outdoors in general are disgusting. I'm OK with being outside between the hours of 8 PM and 8 AM. Because it's dark. And I can't see the trees. The squirrels. The pigeons. The people. I hate "outside," and I hate people. I like myself, the internet, and my cat. I also like water, bacon cheeseburgers, alcohol, milk, pasta, caesar salad, and potato noms. List is not exhaustive, but it's close.