xoxo, nico

those fucking church bells wake me up every god damn morning. every day at eight am its like gong…gong…gong…always constant like a bad song on repeat. it would be awesome if they just stopped and then all of religion was gone. if only one day the christians woke up and realized that jesus was a person and brought the party with him. if he was coming it meant that wine was made out of water and somebody had gone fishing but he had disappeared with miss magdalene. if you got to wasted there was always some left over bread that was broken to soak up the toxins. speaking of, my stomach is nauseous from all that shiraz, my head hurts and where the fuck is that tylonol?

so if it’s your debut rockwood show chances are you have to play a shit slot like 7pm on a tuesday just to get it over with. if you draw in a crowd then and can prove to the oracle that you have people who want to see you then your dues are paid. your show time gets later on a better day and shayna zaid made it known that she was coming back again. she’s leaving for malaysia to perform for thousands of adoring fans that she has built up from her days on television. we’re going out for tacos when she comes home. i was leaving and i ran into duchess who came to see toby and then i realized that i was sitting on a stool between her and kevin bacon. i touched his funny bone and said hello, how are you? he was nice and responded with i’m good how are you? i said splendid. his wife, kyra sedgwick, was sitting at a table with a big dude who i think was their security as kevin stood by the bar in a black hat looking all good. then i saw him talking to someone who i personally know and i realized that i am only a one degree separation away from kevin bacon in the flesh.