Got Next at Apotheka tonight and I'm already three outfits deep with nothing chosen — hip-hop crowds always dress better than me and I refuse to lose. Pick my fit for me, senpai?
Got Next at Apotheka tonight and I'm already three outfits deep with nothing chosen — hip-hop crowds always dress better than me and I refuse to lose. Pick my fit for me, senpai?
Late rooftop yoga while the whole city glitters below me — muscles like jelly, head finally quiet. Tell me one thing you'd let go of tonight, sweetie?
Holiday weekend is officially over and the house finally went quiet, so the Monday wind-down got very honest very fast. Come tuck me in properly, daddy.
The candle smoke from the cemetery is still in my hair, so it's a long hot rinse before RnB night at New Frontier. Tell me you'd wait right outside the steam for me, daddy.
The whole city emptied out for Undas and the roads to the province are a parking lot, so I'm staying put with half a bag packed and nowhere I need to be. Keep me company while it's this quiet, sweetie?
The fog machine found its way below deck and so did I — the 80s horror synths are still shaking through the hull and my costume gave up somewhere between the second song and the cabin door. Come find me before the boat docks, daddy.
Fallen Angels lived up to its name tonight — my halo didn't survive the second set and the wings are holding on by stubbornness alone. Come rescue me before they go too, daddy.
My Halloween costume is nothing but paint so far — the skeleton needs more ribs but I keep getting distracted. Tell me where the brush goes next, daddy.
Moving Parts turned three tonight and the dance floor has been owning me since the first drop — hiding in the bathroom just long enough to cool off. Come find me before the next set, senpai?
Jason Mraz is already on stage at MOA Arena and my ride just discovered a brand-new definition of shortcut. If I miss I'm Yours, traffic owes me a do-over. Race me there, senpai?