its all a lie.
i'm a fake.
i loathe you. you use me for money, and i'm fucking sick of it.
however, i can't thank you more for introducing me to some of the coolest nyc kids.
lets start a riotriotriotriot.
the today show almost turned into one.
raindrops were falling on my head and i became sick from that night. mr. wentz, you have some very dedicated (and crazy) fans, we're the only ones that would spend the night on a manhattan streett in the pouring rain just to see you guys soundcheck and perform 3 songs. and then stake out the backstage area at live earth hoping to see you guys (if patrick told you a few girls yelled his name really loudly and waved to him, well that was me and my girls), and hang out in front of ak47 until 2am in hopes that you will arrive even though your bandmates have come and gone.
i'm the queen of improv.
my "golden" solo is going to be the greatest thing ever, i have so many ideas for it.
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