New York is great and New York is awful--it's a love/hate relationship. I am amazed and horrified, charmed and then repulsed. I open my blinds one morning and see the Empire State Building surrounded by low clouds, the rising sun making its metal windows shine, and it is stunning, and I think " Ooh, I love NY," and then I go outside, take the subway, and step in some homeless guy's hurl and I'm like, "Ooh, I HATE NY," so it pretty much goes like that.

I just spent the day in the 5th Avenue and Park Avenue area, where all the ritzy stores are--you would not believe the window displays here--the Bergdorf Goodman ones I looked at today are just pure art--I will take pictures so you can see--sounds silly, but I'm serious--they're unbelieveable. The whole area is decorated for the holidays, and is very beautiful and very expensive. I was in the area checking out various salons, but was more distracted by the plastic surgery--you gotta see these Park Avenue socialites--their faces are pulled back so hard, their eyes are lifted so high, and their lips are so fakely plumped, they look like HIDEOUS--it's really hard not to stare--I took my camera to take pictures of the x-mas decorations, but what I really wish I could get away with photographing is the face lifts--Michael Jackson got nothin' on these women, and there are HUNDREDS of them--it's like being on safari and observing a strange looking pack of animals running around in their native habitat--weird.