In no particular order:

*People that pretend to be happy when they’re not.

*People that talk about leaving NYC 5678 times a day because they have to struggle for the FIRST time in their lives. That kind of talk is for quitters.  And yes, you DON’T deserve to live here.

* Bands whose add comment reads “Hey, I think you might like our band, listen to our music and tell us what you think…” Let’s get something straight here, bands add me not the other way around, usually via one of those friends request adder spammer thingys. Chances are, I do not spend my days checking out every band that adds me.

* Anyone who thinks Ketamine is cool.  Repeat after me: it’s a horse tranquilizer. Note the key word there being HORSE.

*MTV’s Cribs and its overriding sense of decorative taste.  I don’t think I have ever seen a nice house on it.  If in some crazy twist of fate I suddenly had millions of dollars to spend on a house, I wouldn’t use it to buy glass coffee tables with tacky eagles underneath them or anything else that looks like it was bought from one of those home decor places in Hollyweird with the plastic faux gold-rimmed wardrobes.  Oh, and I don’t care how many shoes/sneakers/bentleys/small third world slaves you own either.  It’s NOT cool.  I hate Cribs and MTV for that matter.  It used to be cool only in the 90’s.  Oh the 90’s <3!  But that’s another story.

* Taxi drivers who don’t know where they are going.

* Girls who list ‘Dirty Dancing’ as their favorite movie.  A conversational killer that almost guarantees you have had a personality bypass. There are more movies in the world than ones with Patrick Swayze in them, in case you hadn’t noticed.

* Really tall people at the movies or gigs. They should have their own area at the back.

* Pete Doherty’s teeth. Surely a toothbrush is cheaper than crack? (Yet, I love his music)

* Party promoters that fill my facebook inbox just to promote a party that I will never attend mainly because I avoid the risk of being around girls who have been exposed to massive amounts of radioactive sun-bed tans and day-glo hair tackiness.

Anyway, that’s it for now!  I am going to a house party, Brooklyn style tonight.  Do y’all remember house parties? Sometimes going to a simple house party can be refreshing in NYC. I think they should make a big comeback even though they’re common as muck and I am not only talkin’ about rooftop parties, but just a good ol’ school house party.  Hope y’all have a nice weekend.

Here’s a video that will make you tap your feet:

Dirty Disco Youth - Get the Fuck Out

V. xxx