Just got back from the Strip and I'm still in my going-out clothes — there's something about this city at 3 AM that makes me never want to go inside. You should see what I'm wearing under this jacket though.
Just got back from the Strip and I'm still in my going-out clothes — there's something about this city at 3 AM that makes me never want to go inside. You should see what I'm wearing under this jacket though.
Got home from set five minutes ago and I'm still buzzing from the whole thing — haven't even put clothes back on yet. Think you could help me come down from this?
This heat is no joke — the pool was the only sane option and my swimsuit didn't even make it out of the drawer. Come find me, the water's perfect.
Even at dawn this city is already a furnace — came back from my sets and my clothes were basically fused to me, so those had to go. You're not mad about it though, are you?
It's almost midnight and I can't sleep, so I figured I'd make the insomnia worth something. Tell me you're not tired either.
Every rest day I tell myself I'm going to be disciplined and actually recover, and then I spend the whole time feeling guilty about not being at the gym. My body needs the break but my brain won't shut up about it. Anyone else terrible at doing nothing?
I told myself I was going to be productive today and instead I've got $400 of Fashion Nova in my cart. The worst part is I'm not even done browsing — I keep finding stuff and going "okay but this one's different."
I've been "about to" organize my closet for approximately three months. The pile has its own ecosystem now and I'm honestly scared to disturb it.
Sunday in Vegas and I'm deep in a Real Housewives binge, judging Teresa's life choices in full air-conditioned comfort. This is peak productivity for me.
Everyone has their weird fears, and mine happen to be heights and belly buttons. Yes, belly buttons. No, I can't explain it either.