Kacey Musgraves at Crypto.com tonight and I've been up all night teaching myself "Golden Hour" on the piano. The boots jumped the queue — I couldn't wait to put them on. Come sing the harmony part, babe.
Kacey Musgraves at Crypto.com tonight and I've been up all night teaching myself "Golden Hour" on the piano. The boots jumped the queue — I couldn't wait to put them on. Come sing the harmony part, babe.
One torn tee and a pocket full of safety pins so far — the Sex Pistols are at the Palladium tonight and this is as far as my outfit has gotten. The rips landed exactly where you'd want them. Come pin the last one before I'm out the door, babe.
Peaches at the Fonda tonight, so the bodysuit went on first and the rest of the outfit is still a negotiation. This lace was made for her kind of show. Talk me into pants, babe.
Geese at Hollywood Forever tonight and a cemetery show felt like the perfect excuse for the sheer black slip I never wear out. Still debating whether the jacket stays home. Talk me into leaving it, babe.
Comic Con prep has officially taken over the living room — hot glue, foam armor, and me in an old tee and not much else. Been at it since the dark hours and I'm not stopping till this shoulder piece holds. Come hold the next part steady for me?
Couldn't sleep, so the fridge and I are having a moment — just me, a jar of chocolate spread, and nothing else on the agenda. Come taste it off the spoon, babe.
Slipped out of the pit during the encore break because it turned into a sauna down there and I needed exactly ninety seconds to breathe. Clock's running — come dry me off before they start the last song?
Band-Maid at the Wiltern tonight, so obviously the outfit is exactly what you think it is. The laces are still open because I wanted you to see it like this first. Come tie me up before I'm late, babe?
Jungle has the whole arena moving like one body and I slipped out mid-set because it got too hot to think. This top didn't survive the first half. Come find me before they play my favorite one, babe.
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa AND En Vogue all under one roof tonight and I've been dancing around my room in half an outfit since "No Scrubs" came on. These pants refuse to stay up and I've stopped fighting them. Tell me which 90s anthem I need to hear live, babe.