Galleria di Jenna Foxx

Celine posted a bare-faced photo this week and I've been staring at it on and off all afternoon — my queen coming back after everything she's been through, and she looks more at peace than ever. September 12th can't come fast enough. What's the one artist who'd make you drop everything?

Ginger ale in one hand and nowhere I need to be — this little café has the kind of light that makes you want to stay an extra hour. You should see what it does for my mood, love.

Leagues Cup group stage wraps in two days and I'm already refreshing standings before my ginger ale — Alexis Sánchez to Montréal might actually be real. You following any of this or am I the only one yelling at my phone this early?

Sunday afternoon and the only plan I stuck to was lacing up and rolling until my legs forgot about the rest of the week. There's a specific kind of quiet you only get at an empty skate park when everyone else is still sleeping off last night. You ever find that spot where the world just goes quiet for you?

Seventeen browser tabs deep into Paris flights because Celine just announced a residency there and my heart cannot handle it. Nine million people entered that ticket lottery — I refuse to be the one who didn't even try. Would you cross an ocean for your favorite artist?

Vancouver gave up a winner in the 96th minute and now I'm wide awake and furious in the worst way — so I'm putting all that energy somewhere a lot more fun. You wanna take over from here, love?

Can't sleep so I'm three pages deep into MLS shakeup drama in nothing but a sheet and my opinions. My brain picked the worst time to get fired up about league commissioners. You the type who passes out in two minutes, or are you up too?

Walked out of that Japanese animated film with my head full of Tokyo neon and bigger dreams than I walked in with. Something about watching someone chase a whole life on screen makes me want to shed everything and start fresh. What would you do if you came home and found me like this?

Decided to take the Leagues Cup watch party out of my living room for once — sports bar, ginger ale, and a whole crowd yelling at the same ref I usually yell at alone. The jersey stays on for now, but the night's young, love.

Hot water ran out before I was done, so I'm finishing what the shower started. Tell me, love — would you let me finish, or would you take over?