wat would you do
if you kept repeating the same mistakes
over and over
in weird way, its kind of.... fun. dont you think?
hahahaha. its like i get a new lesson from it each time.
does it happen over and over so bloody often
oh fuck, i want you.
who are you?
alright. my weird rant is officially over. last night i went to an opening party for an art exhibition. that was nice. everyone tried not to wrinkle their new topshop clothes and sipped champagne getting drunker and drunker but trying to hide it.
the actual exhibition was nice. people trying to intellectually comment on the art whilst simultaneously holding their drink and looking sexaaay so they could attract the rich stockbroker who is in too deep an affair with his blackberry to notice anyone.
hilarious shit right there!
the after is the best though. held at some dive on the lower east side. everyone chugging cheap vodka from plastic cups and even cheaper beer from soggy kegs. everyone dancing and looking like fools. party paparazzi. and everyone's too high to notice that a fucking amazing dj is spinning a good set. and someone sprays beer foam everywhere and then every girl finds herself a dirty, unwashed, yet strangley fuckable Manhattan hipster dressed in a plaid shirt and skinny jeans, smoking a joint.
lots of lovely love.
a british girl in brooklyn