omylord if you could only hear the incessant jackhammering on TWO sides of my building simultaneously right now, i can’t even hear myself think about killing myself. it’s been going on since 8:00 AM for about the past week now. it’s inhuman, it really is.
and Bloomberg has the fucking unmitigated gall to sic the community boards on restaurants and outdoor cafes for all the troublesome noise they impose on the neighborhoods they’re gentrifying and raising property values in. 311 this, you nasally munchkin dikksukking mutherfukker.
vest: Ito, 2010 | top: Geld Iaz, 2010 | pants: Calvin Klein (altered): 2011 | shoes: Yves St Laurent, 2008
pretty much what you’d expect. scorpions just sorta chill out in the desert, minding their own business. but if you come around, you’d better tread lightly.
lunch meeting at Centro Vinoteca. dinner at this place in TriBeCa where supposedly the pizza is great. i don’t really wanna mention the restaurant by name though, cuz it turned out to kinda suck. i mean, on the one hand, maybe people would like to know there’s a place in TriBeCa that will give you a whole free margarita pie for "happy hour." on the other hand, i’d feel bad if i were the one responsible for the googlies just coughing up how awful the rest of the food is (the margarita pizza is okay) for all their prospective patrons for all eternity.
sooo, if you’d like to know where the free pizza is, just translate "Five" Trattoria into Italian. woop there it is.
