Niko + Changchang
Chänglein, while you're putting on music on the ambient musical player and Argentines are screaming and moaning and shouting ¡Boludo! and ¡Qué mierda que es! outside and hurling full-length mirrors and Old World Jewelry and ancient plates into the streets, I'm going to confess something else I've never told you before: during the six months we lived in Prague, I didn’t actually count calories, I just said that to make you feel better because I knew you were trying to lose some weight for your piece of shit one-week boyfriend (who never loved you for your flaws, but only for your obvious superlatives, which any misogynistic shitface could do). The night you came back crying was the day I decided to kiss you. Only you kissed me first.