i don't need no cure

Today at Whole Foods (oh man, remember when I used to laugh at people with Whole Foods bags, because they were 50 times more likely to be obnoxious on the train that people without Whole Foods bags? Well, then they made one in Union Square. PS Wait until the Palladium becomes a Trader Joes. I'll have to stop spitting in front of it every time I pass by. What a sellout.) I saw that guy who is in like every commercial on TV right now. He was Andy Roddick's mojo and now he's selling cell phone service, I believe. Anyway, yeah. That was pretty boring. But yesterday, in Times Square, I screamed when I saw Beanie Sigel. Oh, Beanie. Album of the year.

See, it's just like Gawker stalker, but with the names spelled right. PS I know which Wilson's which!

Speaking of Wilsons, I finally give up OW in favor of Double V, and that bitch Jennifer Aniston now has to pretend she's going out with him? Come on. Don't hate on 1975 just because 1975 hated on you.

Speaking of 1975, I had a birthday on Sunday, and it made me 30. So far I love it, though I seem to still have a hangover. Unless it is the flu. I hope it is a hangover. People came from far and wide to celebrate with me. There was dancing and fun and drinks with crazy names (they let me make them up myself!) and more presents than anyone has any right to get. What a lucky duck.