There was a car full of hari-krishna's on the subway tonight. I was standing on the platform and the car stopped right in front of me. They were sort of dancing around and playing tambourines and cymbals and singing and chanting. It was so loud and they literally had taken over the car. I went right over to the next car, which is what everbody else did if that car stopped in front of them. You could see the car moving up and down when it was stopped. They were really in a rapture. When I got into the next car a man said "They better not come in here next!" Ha!

I had a really boring shopping trip to Bed Bath and Beyond (or Bed Bath and Boyfriend as George and I like to call it) to buy moth balls and hangers. ("Mothballs and Hangers" sounds like the name of somebody's autobiography: "Mothballs and Hangers: The Kathleen Robbins story"). There were a smattering of moth larvae in our sweaters so I had to bring all the wool stuff to the drycleaners and wash everything else. So gross. I got these cedar sachet things and these little round cedar discs that you slip over the top of a hanger. Wow. I'll say, if you don't have cedar or something in your closet, do it now because it was really gross. A hole was chewed clear through my winter hat. I felt like I had little moth larvae crawling all over me for the rest of day.

I was remarking to Eric on the phone the other day that it is very weird to be able to smell fall in the air but not see any visible manifestations of it, namely foliage. It's the same when Christmas tree stands go up on the sidewalks and in one breath you have the fragrant scent of pine and in the next you have a lungful of bus exhaust.

Speaking of Christmas trees, the countdown to Christmas Tree Boy is on. His name is Luke and he's from Vermont and is so fucking cute. He sells Christmas trees right near our apt. I love watching him throw the trees down, saw off the nappy part of the trunk, and wrap it all up in twine. It's almost pornographic. Well, I'm just making it that way because I have a filthy mind. I guess what Wendy said is true, I'm the "raunchy alumni" of CHS Class of '92!

Jack Dangers is dj'ing at Opaline on Halloween. Oh man. Thank god I have four vacation days left to use up this year since I will absolutly need one if I go to this. His solo stuff is harder to listen to than Meat Beat; it seems a little crazier. If you wear a costume you get $5 off the admission of $10. This may be an opportunity to wear my Interoffice Envelope costume out in public. I still haven't made it yet though. I was thinking maybe I should have it so it actually opens and you can take a piece of candy out, and if you know somebody you want me to walk over to you write their name on the envelope and off I go.