The Wizard of Oz took over the Sphere without me tonight — the couch made a stronger case and I gave in completely. Come over and I'll show you what I did instead.
The Wizard of Oz took over the Sphere without me tonight — the couch made a stronger case and I gave in completely. Come over and I'll show you what I did instead.
Salt-N-Pepa pushed it one time too many and my feet are filing a formal complaint. Heels are off, the dress is losing ground, and the tub is doing the Lord's work. Someone come handle the parts the water can't reach?
TLC, Salt-N-Pepa AND En Vogue at Fontainebleau tonight and I am nowhere near ready — the 90s icons deserve better than this. Talk me through the next hour?
Manilow at Westgate soon and I'm racing the clock — half a face of makeup, zipper at half-mast, and I've always worked best under deadline. Come finish what I started?
Mid-shoot for this week's drop and the robe has officially lost its job. The full set goes to whoever earns it — you applying?
Josh Groban takes over Caesars tonight and I'm earning it on the mat first — pilates before I let myself pick anything to wear. Come spot me before I talk myself into front row?
Coffee's poured and Julieta Venegas is waiting at the Cosmopolitan tonight, but my office brain hasn't clocked in yet. This shirt is all I've managed to put on so far — think you could talk me into the rest?
Got dressed for Brandon Flowers at the Wynn, then undressed deciding if I even feel like leaving this room. Talk me into the show or out of it.
The backless one won the argument and I'm not even sorry — DEVAULT's set at LIV is going to be dangerous in this. You're keeping up with me tonight, right?
MJ Live is at Planet Hollywood tonight and the glove went on before the outfit did. The jacket's still arguing with me — you picking my side?