Bruno at SoFi and this gold slip won the argument before I even had my makeup done. One strap already gave up and I haven't made it out the door — come finish the job?
Bruno at SoFi and this gold slip won the argument before I even had my makeup done. One strap already gave up and I haven't made it out the door — come finish the job?
Slipped out of the Skinlab set before my ribs did and this tank has completely surrendered. Come hold my spot for the second half.
One boot on, flannel barely hanging on, and I'm supposed to be out the door for Hayley at the Bowl soon. Talk me into or out of the rest of it?
Neverender day and I'm still elbow-deep in my dresser trying to pick which band tee gets destroyed in that pit. Coheed, Thursday, Sunny Day Real Estate — my inner teenager is feral right now. Help me pick and I'll wear whatever you say.
Pier Play took over Santa Monica Pier and I came dressed for exactly that. Tell me you wouldn't spend the whole day somewhere close in that crowd.
Six bands crammed into one tiny room on the Strip and my ribs are still rattling from the double kick. Find me by the bar after the encore.
One episode turned into the whole reunion season and now I'm way too invested in people I've never met. Tell me whose side you're on.
Empty gym, every mirror to myself. Shoot tomorrow, so I'm putting this body through its paces before anyone gets paid to point a camera at it. You'd keep up with me, right?
Scored Jack White tickets for the Palladium and the celebration spilled into a dive bar with a pool table. Fair warning, I trash-talk at this table and good news makes it worse. Your turn to break.
Doors are hours out and the BMO lot is already all Maiden shirts and cold cans. This tee got knotted somewhere between the car and the second beer. You'd survive the pit with me, right?