xoxo, nico

he asked out princess but come to find out from a little birdie called abby road mr. wonderful has been in bed with her flatmate for the last few months swooning her before hand with champagne and oysters. i told duchess and she said he has been pursuing her cousin and i just ran into him with his ex-girlfriend looking like they were in love. opening night of james bond he tried to get in my pants but i said no due to my own personal reasons. princess was in love with his conversation then and couldn’t understand why i would pass up the perfect potential lover. maybe it was because i know something you don’t know or i got bored and i would bet money that he never deleted those incriminating photos of me in a pianos bathroom off his i phone. subconsciously we’re all in love with fucking the player but unfortunately we trip then hope we don’t fall and this is the reason all of our knees end up covered in blood.

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.

now i lay me
down to sleep

i pray the lord
my soul to keep

if i die
before i wake

i pray the lord
my soul to take

is it a bad thing that all i want to do when i see you is unbutton your dress shirt one by one until i get down to where its tucked in then slowly unbuckle your belt and slide it through each loop until it slips free while your hands are tied behind your back. i could restrict you with my body and the only thing i’d let you move is your stomach muscles when you breath and you’d have no choice but to let my lips dance on top of your skin. i could blind fold you and then you wouldn’t be able to see the real me but i guarantee you would feel my finger tips trace all over your body. crushes can be dangerous. its them to blame for turning me into this mess.

detroit red wings win the stanley cup. again.

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.

so i run into mike v parking his motorcycle on lucky thirteenth street and boys who got bikes are so much hotter than the ones who walk. i’d like to ride on it and i bet he has an extra helmet. he told me he’s playing pianos tonight and i’m hoping he’ll take me home after the show. if i was a rich girl i wouldn’t need him and i could buy my own.

i hope that every time you see me it feels like your heart drops into your stomach and you can’t breathe and your palms get sweaty and your hands start shaking. like you freeze and you feel like your dying because you’re standing alone on a stage naked underneath fluorescent lighting with an auditorium full of people staring. i’ll be the one sitting in the back with my legs crossed dressed all in black holding a white handkerchief listening for you to say something. you won’t see me until all of the people who were watching for you to clear your throat get up and go. one bye one until they’re all gone and then there i’ll be alone in the seats waiting patiently.

that place was packed last night. that’s why sean had to get his glitter poured on him on the cold concrete, there was no room to get it on inside cockwood. it would have been cool if that girl matt sang to showed him her tits or something but that didn’t happen. i think i’ll pretend that it did. i heard after the show that one of the boys of rich girls got his dick sucked in the bathroom. at one point i was standing in line behind one of them but i must have been too drunk to realize he went in with a girl and they came out at the same time. i wonder if anyone else was paying attention. i put two and two together when one of the bass players confirmed it while we were smoking a cigarette. if that did happen in that short of an amount of time then that bitch is fucking talented.

i wish i was a rich girl. i wonder what its like to not live from tip to tip. it must be nice not to worry how you’re going to pay rent. there’s so much money in new york city. it seems like everybody has some except for me. being a lady has its advantages and most of the time i get drunk for free. they just keep offering me cocktails and it all gets charged to a tab that i will never see.

lucky for me rich girls are playing tonight and its free. in my opinion, any band with the bass player as the front man is amazing…these boys have two of those to choose from.