Julieta Venegas is at the Chelsea tonight and I've been butchering the Spanish lyrics all morning — my accent is a crime and I refuse to apologize. Which song do I sing loudest?
Julieta Venegas is at the Chelsea tonight and I've been butchering the Spanish lyrics all morning — my accent is a crime and I refuse to apologize. Which song do I sing loudest?
Wu-Tang's still ringing in my ears and the dress lost the fight somewhere between the door and the fridge. Somebody talk me into bed or keep me up — your call.
Eyeliner's sharp, the shirt's officially the whole outfit, and Wu-Tang's about to get loud across town. Tell me what you'd whisper in my ear before the lights go down.
Metallica opens at the Sphere tomorrow night and I'm washing the week off before it even starts — steam's doing more work than the soap. Come dry me off?
Took myself up Red Rock for a Monday reset and the trail won — I'm sweaty, sun-warmed, and not remotely sorry. The legs still have another mile in them. Think you could keep up?
Jabbawockeez at MGM tonight and I've had three outfits on the bed since lunch — the white one keeps winning and the jeans aren't cooperating. Pick for me or I'm going with my gut.
Foo Fighters tomorrow at Allegiant and somehow tonight already feels like the warm-up act. This dress barely survived the fitting and I'm not fixing it. Talk me into staying out late?
Walked away from the tables up and now the only decision left is how long I let this bath run. First one in gets to scrub my back — any volunteers?
Cards keep falling my way tonight and I'm not leaving this chair until the deck changes its mind. Want to be my lucky charm?
Monday night in and the robe gave up about twenty minutes ago. I've been taking my time with myself and I'm nowhere near done. Want to take over from here?