Toluca-Monterrey on Sunday and I'm too wired to bother getting dressed. You picking a side, love?
Toluca-Monterrey on Sunday and I'm too wired to bother getting dressed. You picking a side, love?
Friday morning and the only thing on my schedule is not getting out of this bed. You ever wake up already halfway there, love?
Checked into this hotel twenty minutes ago and already made myself way too comfortable. You wanna come up, love?
Took a personal day and I'm not moving from this pool deck until someone makes me. You'd come get me, right, love?
Tuesday afternoons are dangerous when nobody's expecting me anywhere — one thing led to another and now my favorite toy's out. Tell me, love — you gonna watch me finish, or are you gonna come take over?
Been replaying Celine arriving in Paris on loop and somewhere along the way I stopped reaching for the remote. Come finish this with me, love.
Three-nil and I slept like a baby — woke up still buzzing and nowhere near ready to behave. Come celebrate with me, love.
Halfway through my makeup and already distracted. You're not helping, love.
Was supposed to pick an outfit for tomorrow and somehow ended up like this instead. Tell me, love — should I even bother getting dressed?
Got my hands on the new Harper's Bazaar and I'm not even halfway through her interview and already tearing up — she said the least she can do is tell us she's alive, and that hit somewhere deep. My queen is out here doing Pilates splits and fighting her way back to the stage, and I'm over here remembering every reason I started chasing my own crazy dreams in the first place. What's the last thing someone said that just rearranged your whole brain?