Monday morning and I'm at a dayclub instead of an office — this city has completely ruined my sense of normal. The drink counts as breakfast, right? Come join me, baby.
Monday morning and I'm at a dayclub instead of an office — this city has completely ruined my sense of normal. The drink counts as breakfast, right? Come join me, baby.
Didn't expect to get this worked up watching robots tear each other apart but here we are — my heart's pounding harder than any workout. You should see what this kind of adrenaline does to me, baby.
The Sphere is doing Wizard of Oz and the screen is so massive I can't even fit it behind me. That Yellow Brick Road looks wild on this thing — come watch me disappear into it, baby?
Nothing beats a ribeye when I'm the one making it — though I might be wearing less than what's appropriate around an open flame. You want yours rare or medium, baby?
Still too hot to even think about sleeping so I'm out here watching the Strip do its thing. You up too, baby?
Benson Boone tomorrow and my room looks like a dressing room exploded — I've tried on everything I own and somehow still have nothing to wear. Crop top or no crop top, baby? 👀
Going to see Fluffy tonight at The Chelsea and I've changed my outfit four times — pretty sure I'm settling on this one. Tell me I made the right call, baby.
Aces are home tonight and I already picked out my jersey — just haven't managed to put it on yet. You're not complaining though, are you baby? 👀
Late-night session with the whole gym to myself and I'm still running on adrenaline — haven't even hit the showers yet. You don't mind, do you baby?
Watched the Aces game from bed and they're finally home Tuesday — but right now I'm not thinking about basketball at all. You still up, baby? 👀