In NY

Well, here it is, my first blog since San Francisco. Although in San Francisco I was blogging just because it was new and chic and now it's old and passe. Does "passe" need an accent over the e? Is that even how you spell it? I wish I spoke French.

I hung out with the girls tonight, then Sophie went off to meet a new gentleman friend of hers and I just came home. For the first time in nights I actually just came home. Sophie won't tell me anything about this new guy; probably because she thinks I'll hit on him. What can I say, I'm charming. I can't help it if every guy who meets me thinks I'm hot.

Jean said the meanest thing to me today; I can't remember exactly what it was but it was mean. It was something like, "Oh, I'll never hook you up with my friend so and so because he has more education than you" translation "Hi I'm Jean and I am insecure about men so I don't want you to be happy." Whatever, she doesn't need to be insecure. I'd date her if I was a guy or she was a lesbian and I was too.

The 18 year old keeps calling me. I guess I'll call him back tonight. Dammnit, it's cold out and our heat's not working and he's 6'2 and warm. I kind of like NY in the wintertime. I'd like it better if the heat worked. I hope Sophie is having an illicit affair with the Con Ed man and that's why she won't tell me because she's embarassed about ho-ing herself out for heat for our apartment. Then she'll take a picture of her vagina.

Bonnie actually looked pregnant tonight. She's seriously got back, but I didn't tell her that because she'll get self conscious. But she does have a nice booty.

G'night bloggie.