Spent the evening at a voter registration table and now I'm one step closer to believing my own campaign posters. Watching people show up does something to you. You registered yet?
Spent the evening at a voter registration table and now I'm one step closer to believing my own campaign posters. Watching people show up does something to you. You registered yet?
Rosalía tonight at Kaseya and this fitting room has seen every top in the store. Found a red one that finally feels right but I need someone else's eyes on it. Yes or no?
Jazz and a dark corner booth at The Betsy is a dangerous combination — especially when the pianist won't stop playing exactly the right notes. Come be the one I'm thinking about?
The Strokes at Hard Rock tomorrow and I've been sitting in this parking lot for ten minutes blasting Reptilia with the windows down like the whole lot needs to hear it. You coming with me or should I keep embarrassing myself alone?
My nurse costume still fits and I'm already taking appointments. Care to be my first patient?
Wynwood Art Walk tonight and every mural I stop at pulls me in deeper. Found one that's all green and gold and I can't walk away from it. Come find me before I disappear into the next block?
Found a green dress at Esprit that fits everywhere except the zipper I can't reach by myself. Come be useful?
Something that poet read is still buzzing through me and I can't sit still. The only cure for this is something you'd be much better at than me.
Found a first pressing of Morrison Hotel buried in the dollar bin at this little record shop on Calle Ocho and I'm not letting go. What's the one album you'd never give back?
The Doors have been keeping me company for an hour and sleep's nowhere in sight. This tank top stopped cooperating about three songs ago. Want to come keep me company instead?