Currently sitting at Beautique, surrounded by a group of fake ass bitches I don't know complete with fake lips, fake noses, Botox, and daddy's credit card.  I can't tell you how many times I've found myself in this situation.  In the words of Thom Yorke, "I don't belong here."   I currently feel so Fucking uncomfortable and so out of place- hence why I'm on my phone writing this blog.  I hate NYC for this reason. Everyone in this club is probably my age or younger but they all look about 38+ because of so much cosmetic surgery. The Fucking 18 year old twink sitting next to me is using his daddy's credit card to buy a bottle of champagne that he tried to fucking barter the price down with the waitress. The fucking fake lipped slut next to me made me take s photo with her despite the fact I met her 10 min ago.  I feel so Fucking out of my element.  I hate this town sometimes.  I hate NYC.  Addendum:  the "twink" is 15 years old. What kind of polluted life am I living???? I'm never having kids.  I'm moving to Maine and I'm going to live a simplistic life a la Martha Stewart.