Weekend finally burned out and left me here with nothing on but the work lamp. Tell me you'd rather stay up with me.
Weekend finally burned out and left me here with nothing on but the work lamp. Tell me you'd rather stay up with me.
Dally in the Alley starts in a few hours and I've been up all night too wired to put anything on. You'd rather find me out here than sleep through it, wouldn't you, baby?
Erykah Badu with De La Soul and The Alchemist tomorrow and I'm too wired to even think about sleeping. Sitting on my kitchen counter in nothing but this shirt trying to burn off the energy — you'd rather be up here with me, wouldn't you, baby?
EST Gee drops Friday and my body decided that means early Pilates whether I'm ready or not. You'd rather hold my ankles than watch from the door, wouldn't you, baby?
Jill Scott just started "He Loves Me" and I'm in the mezzanine with my eyes closed, forgetting there's anyone else in this theater. You'd be the reason I opened them, baby.
Came home from Arts Beats & Eats too wired to sleep and now I'm stuck in my own hallway. You'd rather find me like this than at any afterparty, wouldn't you, baby?
The party's packing up and I walked straight into the river with my dress still on — the skyline looks better from down here anyway. You'd jump in after me, wouldn't you, baby?
Hart Plaza is empty right now but by tomorrow it'll be wall-to-wall jazz and I'll be right in the thick of it. Got up too early to sit still — tell me you're coming down with me.
Month of Design starts today and I've been up sketching since before the sun. This tank top was supposed to be a prototype, not sleepwear — tell me it still looks good on me.
Jazz festival lineup just dropped and I've got my whole weekend mapped out already — Ravi Coltrane on Saturday is going to wreck me. Tell me you're coming with.