New York City was cold, and the air was like breathing in cold smoke, to quote Ben.

I can't tell you whether or not it was a good or bad experience, as it was so totally different then anything I have ever lived through before. The people moved differently, more aggressively. I was almost always cold. I bought some damn sexy clothes, and my mother is sooo going to kill me when she finds the thongs I've bought.

An online convo I just had with Ben. This one goes out to Peter.

Ben: The next song is great too. It's called "Swan Dive". It's a song about jumping head first off a building.

Me: Fun...

Ben: Yeah, what could be greater?

Me: A song about throwing babies head first off of a building?

Ben: There you go.

Ben: Fuck yeah.

Me: Hahahaha

Ben: I'll have to write one.

Ben: After I write Iris a sonnet.

Me: Yes, you must.

Me: Aw, how cute.

Me: What a natural artistic progression...

Ben: Oh, totally, yeah.

Ben: She deserves it, what can I say.

Me: What, our future song about babies who's heads explode?

Me: Like a watermelons from a freeway overpass?

Ben: No, the sonnet, dumbshit.

Ben: She deserves the sonnet.

Ben: Dumbshit.

Me: Aw, I think she'd like the imagery of the watermelons better.

Me: No, rotten watermelons.

Me: That's better.

Ben: I'll write that one for her too, but AFTER the sonnet.

Me: Aw, ok, if you insist.

Ben: sheist.

I saw the hottest completely insane guy in New York City, on the subway. He was ethier completely insane or an amazing actor, but he was amazingly beautiful. I was half-way tempted to hit on him until I realized he might thing I was one of the ones after them and feel that he needs to claw my eyes out to save himself. SO I just stayed back and watched.

Am I the only one that hears complete songs playing in their head?

I had completely forgotten my birthday was on Sunday until my mom mentioned having friends over. I was so confused... And then it hit me, shit, I'm going to be sixteen. And then it hit me, shit, I don't care.

While in Long Beach, I was wearing my favourite jeans, hooker boots, a black cut wifebeater that said "Ooh la la..." and one over-the-elbow, purple, velvet glove on my left hand. I felt amazing sexy.

Quote for the Entry: "Ever wonder what fish pussy smells like?" -Unknown, written on the wall of a subway.

I laughed.