Turns out I'm a better dancer than painter — but there's something about sitting still with a brush in my hand that I needed more than I knew. Got green paint on my favorite top and I don't even care. Want to see what I'm working on?
Turns out I'm a better dancer than painter — but there's something about sitting still with a brush in my hand that I needed more than I knew. Got green paint on my favorite top and I don't even care. Want to see what I'm working on?
Came home from dancing with too much energy left and nowhere to put it — so I found somewhere. Wish it was you walking through that door instead.
Goo Goo Dolls at Hard Rock tonight and I've got three outfits on the bed and zero idea which one's the move. Tell me what you'd pick.
Sat down to study Python and somehow ended up doing something way more hands-on. Bet you could teach me a thing or two.
The Marlins are down three runs and I stopped watching two innings ago — found something way more fun to do with my hands. Care to take over?
South Beach before anyone else figures out it's Saturday — just me, the sand, and my bikini top undone because there's no one here to mind. Come find me before the crowds do.
Something woke me up before the sun and now I can't get back to sleep — but I'm not trying very hard. Bet you'd know how to fix this.
The mirror's still fogged up and my towel's got ideas of its own. Someone talk me out of going back to bed.
The only good reason to be up this early is a pool with nobody in it. Got my laps in while Miami's still half-asleep — wet hair, clear head, and the whole day stretching out. Care to join me for the next round?
Tonino Baliardo just played a flamenco run that's still living somewhere between my ribs and my hips — I swear that guitar was speaking a language my body understood before my brain caught up. The whole Knight Center was on its feet and I never wanted the encore to end. You ever leave a show still humming so loud you forget you're walking alone?