Twenty years of Saosin at Brooklyn Bowl and the jeans are on but the top never stood a chance. Come finish my eyeliner and I'll consider a shirt. 😏
Twenty years of Saosin at Brooklyn Bowl and the jeans are on but the top never stood a chance. Come finish my eyeliner and I'll consider a shirt. 😏
Pot roast doesn't need me hovering over it, but the apron was feeling optional today and I'm not apologizing for that. Somebody's gotta be the taste-tester though. You volunteering? 😏
Three Days Grace at Bridgestone tonight, and I'm elbow-deep in the bottom of the closet hunting the band tee I swore I still owned. Fifteen-year-old me had taste, I'll give her that. Tell me it's still in here somewhere.
Devil duties are done and the candy bowl is mine now — the horns are the last thing coming off tonight. Tell me which piece you're stealing first.
Zach Top's at Bridgestone tonight and I'm doing the denim math — this tee wants a knot and the jeans are winning the argument. Athena's already two-stepping in there. Tell me how high the knot goes.
Neko Case is already onstage at the Ryman and I'm still standing here like this because the outfit won't pick itself. Tell me what stays on.
HARDY's already on stage and I'm still painting a skull on my own face because the costume doesn't go on till this sets. You'd wait for me though, right? 😏
A hundred years of the Opry tonight and Brothers Osborne on that stage, so I'm not walking in there wrinkled. Steaming takes patience and I've got exactly enough. You holding the hanger or keeping those hands to yourself? 😏
Preds are doing Star Wars Night tonight and this jersey hasn't fit like a dress since I bought it. Guess it grew into the job. Come claim the seat next to mine?
Opry Goes Pink tonight and my closet just got humbled — one pink thing to its whole name. So I'm working with what I've got and letting the rest stay a mystery a little longer. You voting dress or no dress?