Halloween Horror Nights just opened and something about being chased through a dark maze has my whole body buzzing in a way that has nothing to do with fear. Found a wall to lean against between houses and I don't want to move yet. Tell me you wouldn't drag me into the next one.
This book has been on the same page for twenty minutes and I can't remember a word of it. Bet you could fix that.
East LA is already packed for the parade and I can't stop watching the folklórico dancers. Wore something bright enough to match. Tell me you wouldn't lose me in this crowd on purpose.
LA Wine Fest just opened and I've already found my favorite pour — this sundress is a mistake in this heat and I'm not even a little mad about it. Tell me you wouldn't follow me to the next tasting tent.
Stabbing Westward just tore through Pacific Electric and every nerve I have is still humming. This mesh top is doing absolutely nothing to help. Bet you'd find me in this crowd before the next set starts.
Just got home from a shoot that ran way past midnight and I'm still peeling off someone else's styling. This dress wasn't even mine. Tell me you wouldn't help with that zipper.
Bikini Kill just ripped The Wiltern apart and I'm out on Wilshire with my ears still ringing and everything else still buzzing. Walk me to the car before I do something stupid.
Liz Phair and Sleater-Kinney at the Greek tonight and I couldn't even make it past the trees without needing a minute to myself. You'd come looking for me before the first note, wouldn't you?
Last day of the Sublime exhibit and I keep getting stuck on these old flyers. Long Beach punk energy does something to me that I wasn't expecting. Tell me you wouldn't pull me out of here and take me somewhere louder.
Screen went dark ten minutes ago and the whole rooftop emptied out but I can't make myself leave. Shoes off, dress unzipped halfway down my back, and the skyline all to myself. Tell me you wouldn't just sit down next to me and watch the city till sunrise.