xoxo, nico

good luck keep in touch hope to see you soon. maybe i will stay up really late at night and stalk your facebook or login into your myspace because i happen to guess the password on accident once in a moment of weakness only to discover that you are the most boring fucking person on the planet. some relationships make me sick to my stomach and i don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to stand on your own two feet instead of let them control the places you go and the way you feel when they stand there a few feet from me. i have no problem ignoring you not one bit because you are a bad habit that i would like to quit. sometimes it fascinates me how fast people can go from being in love to an acquaintance you see more often than not or once in a while but what the fuck no one says we can’t be friends.

poor little rich girls i wonder who you’re going to play with later.

when i pushed my way up to the front of the crowd matt was rolling around and singing from the ground. rich girls are bringing back the punk show thing like it was at cbgb’s circa 1973. i kept getting bumped into and spilling my wine all on my wrist which was annoying until i drank a few glasses of it. it was good to see rich girls on an actual stage and not at cockwood. the dig played after them and the floor got even more packed that it would have been pointless to get any closer. i stayed in the back where its dark and i can dance safely. its nights like these that remind me rock and roll is something you feel and who ever said that it was dead should get out more often.