Oasis at the Rose Bowl tomorrow and I can't sit still long enough to finish my coffee. This old shirt stopped being a shirt a long time ago — tell me you'd survive the whole show next to me.
Oasis at the Rose Bowl tomorrow and I can't sit still long enough to finish my coffee. This old shirt stopped being a shirt a long time ago — tell me you'd survive the whole show next to me.
Supposed to be getting dressed for the Bowl tonight but the bed pulled me under before I got past the third outfit. Tell me you'd be more help than I am.
Just pulled my boots off in the tack room and realized the door never latched. What would you do if you found me like this?
SoFi traffic is a parking lot and every car around me is already screaming the setlist out the windows. This top was a better idea in my bedroom than in this backseat — tell me you'd survive the whole night next to me.
Poured the wine and somewhere between that and burning the pasta my shirt rode up past the point of caring. What would you do if you walked into this kitchen right now?
Echo Park Rising turned the whole neighborhood into a stage and I've been drifting from band to band with no plan and no shoes. This tank top is holding on by pure optimism at this point. Tell me which stage you'd pull me toward.
Got home and didn't even make it past the front door — the whole drive back I was already coming undone. Bet you wouldn't have let me get this far on my own.
Just scored David Byrne tickets for Friday at the Bowl and now I'm wide awake in bed grinning at my phone like an idiot. Can't fall asleep now — keep me up?
Last night of Dine LA and I picked the place with the darkest dining room on purpose. This dress is doing half the work and the wine's doing the rest — what would you order if you were sitting across from me?
Came home from VinylCon with more records than I can fit on one shelf and now I'm sorting through all of them on the floor in a shirt that barely qualifies as clothing. Tell me which one we're putting on first.