Match is in a few hours and this jersey is the only thing I've put on so far. Think I'll even make it to the stadium?
Match is in a few hours and this jersey is the only thing I've put on so far. Think I'll even make it to the stadium?
"Dancing Words" isn't a workshop I'm teaching — it's Mellencamp's tour and honestly he can borrow the title for one night. Wine in a plastic cup, the hills going gold behind the Bowl, and for once I don't have to be the one on stage. Who's keeping you company tonight?
The stage is still standing in the park but the crowd's gone and it's just me and the grass and whatever last night's jazz left in my bones. Some mornings don't need coffee.
The city won't let me go inside yet and honestly I'm not fighting it. You wanna sit with me a while?
Made it through the door but not much further than that — the couch caught me before the bedroom could. Some nights you just don't bother pretending you had other plans. Where would you have stopped me?
My closet is a graveyard of outfits I swore I'd wear and tonight's gallery crawl is forcing me to face every single one. What vibe should I bring?
LA's still buzzing from the weekend and I ended up on a rooftop I didn't plan on being at. Wednesday nights belong to the people who actually want to be out — where are you right now?
The whole city's suffocating tonight and the only thing that helps is standing under cold water until my skin stops burning. You gonna keep me company or let me freeze alone?
The quiet gets to you sometimes — too wired to sleep, nowhere to be, and my hands just started wandering on their own. What would you do if you walked in right now?
Came home still buzzing and the dress didn't make it past the door. You gonna help me burn off the rest of this energy?