Whole Foods Really, Really, Really Wants You to Like Them.
The New York Times is promising us that a vote is imminent-ish on the 3rd Avenue Whole Foods cluster fuck. Please, dear sweet baby Jeebus, let this be so. This whole ordeal has become completely exhausting. If someone told me that I had six months to live, I would ask them to start talking to me about the 3rd Avenue Whole Foods project, because that would be the longest fucking six months of my entire pathetic, miserable life.
So, thank you, New York Times, for letting us know that this battle is drawing to a close. And fuck you, New York Times, for letting us know that this battle is drawing to a close. Because now we have to blog about this shit, again. Like we did the last time. And the time before that. And the other time, when we wrote this.