My ipod Is Making A Mockery of My Existence

To hell with the "Shuffle songs" function on my ipod. Last night I was in a horrid mood for unmentionable reasons. I felt alone, needless to say, and "Dancing with Myself" by Billy Idol started playing right at the pinnacle of my existential isolation. It was at that point I almost threw the damned auditory device into East Village traffic. Screw you Apple, and screw you Billy-you were once a gimp that couldn't dance at all.

I feel far better today, by the way.

Pavement Pains

I say that right now due to the fact that I decided to turn in early this evening (for once) and at exactly 10:00PM shoals of construction workers began doing the loudest roadwork in the history of infrastructure right outside my goddamned window. Can you tell I hate living on the 1st floor? I could overhear two specific workers talking about their marital issues as I typed this. My favorite line was:

"She got all pissed wit' me da' otha' night cause I didn't tell her I was gonna be home late. It's like, shit, bitch you always acting like you don't want me there when I am home anyway. I thought I was doing you a fava' by stumbling in late."

Obnoxious and jovial laughter from his co-workers followed. Fuckers.

What Has Been Going on in My Head Lately...

This clip just about sums it up:

Huh?

It's currently 7:07AM, I just returned from the coffee shop on the corner with my fresh morning brew. Upon returning, my doorman commended me for drinking coffee then proceeded to ask the most bizarre question.

"Dere's coke inside, yes?"

"Uhhhh, no no. Just good old caffeine."

Clearly, he was kidding. Although, I can only handle drug references from my doorman after I've had my 20 oz. of java.