Went out Saturday to a party at this loft in Williamsburg, it was much more fun than Friday's party. There was a band, and the singer looked like a tiny hipster version of Christina Ricci. It was adorable. Outside there were a bunch of records dumped on the curb, I took two. I have no idea what they are or who recorded them, but thats the point. Ate two slices of pizza. Then rode a bike for a while. We tried to go to Barcade, but it was closing. I'm sure it was for the better. That night I dreamt about a team of 3 middle aged women with an intense lust for gossip. They took to impersonating policemen, and went around intimidating the people in their town in order to find out secrets from them. I'd like to write a short story about this.

Today I went to Chipotle, then to Christian Dior where I bought a $70 candle. This purchase might trump the infamous $35 hair gel purchase made last spring, but fuck it I wanted something from there. It was the only thing I could afford.


I dont know what I think of New York anymore. For so long, I thought it was this huge place where anything and everything can happen. I guess it is still. It seems much larger to me now, almost intimidatingly so. I spent so much of my trip in Midtown when I was 14. Now that I've seen so much more of it, it is so overwhelming that breathing becomes dificult. I think that the worst part was that it was all so unfamiliar. There was no sign of home here. Everything is distinctly different from Dallas, and Missouri, and Bay City. I found it amazing that in a city with so many people, I was able to feel so alone.