NYC
i was at the gym the other day... reading an old issue of cosmo. i think ashlee simpson was on the cover. its fun reading about the uglier younger sisters of showbiz stars. you know what is extra funny? ashlee simpson describing the troubles she had getting a record deal because she wanted to produce "indie" music. i almost laughed up a lung. anyways, i'm skimming through the magazine hoping i can almost get off the damn eliptical of death... when i decide to read my horoscope and figure out whether it came true. so my horoscope was something along the lines of "around the 21st, don't mistake a great sexual connection for something more." then i flipped to see what month the magazine was... and well... yes... of course... it was february.

i had seven faces, thought i knew which one to wear
i'm sick of spending these lonely nights, training myself not to care