My fingers keep drifting to something faster than what's on the sheet — blame the countdown buzzing in my head. Want to hear what slipped out instead?
My fingers keep drifting to something faster than what's on the sheet — blame the countdown buzzing in my head. Want to hear what slipped out instead?
Four days out and my morning run turned into a sprint — came home soaked, stripped off, and now I can't get my pulse under control for a completely different reason. Care to help me figure out which kind of breathless this is?
The lineup starts in an hour and I'm still standing here like this, music already shaking the walls. Want to help me pick what stays on tonight?
Showered, dressed in nothing, and suddenly nowhere sounds better than right here. What would you do if you walked in right now?
Rave The Planet is eight days away and I've already destroyed my closet trying to find something that says both "I came to dance" and "watch me." The mesh is winning so far — want to help me decide?
The city looks better from up here when you're barely dressed for it — warm wind, cheap wine, and nowhere I need to be for hours. Care to join me on this side of the skyline?
Stretching was the plan. My body had other ideas and I stopped fighting it a while ago. You going to just stand there?
Four stages, twenty hours of techno, and I still can't sit still — the whole crowd was one organism and now I'm back here alone with way too much electricity left in me. Want to help me burn it off?
Thought a swim would cool me down between sets. Instead I'm back on the sand dripping wet with my bikini half trying to escape, and honestly I'm too sun-stupid to care. You would've stayed in the water with me, right?
The bass is still humming under my skin and I can't tell if it's the music or just the way this morning feels. Too wired to sleep — want to help me figure out what to do with all this leftover energy?