Bad Gyal plays Terminal 5 tonight and my body decided rehearsal starts now, no sleep required. This is what reggaeton at 4am does to me. Tell me you'll be dancing with me later?
Bad Gyal plays Terminal 5 tonight and my body decided rehearsal starts now, no sleep required. This is what reggaeton at 4am does to me. Tell me you'll be dancing with me later?
Coffee first, everything else later. This tee is doing the bare minimum and I'm letting it. Keep me company while I wake up?
Halloween is officially packed away, so tonight the plan is me, the floor, and a brand new game I swore I'd only play for one hour. The shirt quit somewhere around level three. Come take the second controller?
Halloween is technically over but Cypress Hill brought the Haunted Hill Tour to Irving Plaza tonight, so apparently spooky season gets one more night. There's still glitter in my hair from yesterday and I've decided it stays. Come find me in the crowd?
Parade's over, the armor's in a heap on my floor, and so is every last piece of me. This is the part of Halloween nobody else gets to see. Still awake? Come keep me company.
The parade theme this year is Body and Soul, so I'm painting mine before I paint anyone else's. Sixth Avenue is hours away and the brush keeps wandering. Should the back get more silver?
Home from Brooklyn Bowl and the armor survived the pit better than I did. Everything under it is coming off either way — come finish the job?
Goblin metal at Brooklyn Bowl means the costume gets its world premiere a night early. The armor is held together by pins and pure stubbornness — think it survives the pit?
Halloween costume is pinned, half-built, and already smarter than me. The Village parade is coming and I refuse to show up in something boring. Guess what I'm going as?
My guitar came off the wall an hour ago because Rodrigo y Gabriela have me convinced I can learn flamenco by osmosis. This shirt keeps losing the argument with my shoulder and I keep letting it. Come warm up with me?