You're dead to me.

When we were at Manic yesterday they were playing Black Sabbath. I walk in this morning (I just had a craving for a pumpkin cookie is alls) and they're playing it still/again. Good times.

Also, what's up with elitist roadie scum? There's a guy in my building that commutes in full kit on various high end road bikes who won't even make eye contact with my lowly fixie riding self, even after I chatted bikes with him once. The fawker didn't even hold the elevator for me this morning when I was like 15' behind him. I hate people.