Chief Keef at MGM Music Hall tonight and I'm somehow already dressed — first time for everything. The jacket keeps trying to leave before I do. Tell me you'd still make me late.
Chief Keef at MGM Music Hall tonight and I'm somehow already dressed — first time for everything. The jacket keeps trying to leave before I do. Tell me you'd still make me late.
Claimed the corner booth at City Winery three hours before doors and ordered the good red on principle. The draft I'm supposed to be editing is crueler than anything Daniel Lanois will play tonight. Tell me you'd sit across from me and behave.
Amity Affliction at House of Blues tonight, and the outfit argument started the second the tickets landed. Nothing in this pile is surviving the pit unscathed — least of all me. Tell me which one you'd pull out for me.
Halloween is packed away and the desk is back in business. Today's draft is the kind that doesn't let you finish until I say so — and I'm in no hurry. Tell me you'd survive a read-through.
Six miles done and I still had the whole park to myself — just me, the streetlamps, and a body that refuses to quit. The cold lost, obviously. Tell me you'd keep up.
Two hours of Shakespeare's worst men and I related to every single one. Iago talked people into ruining themselves without ever raising his voice — that's the craft I respect. Tell me which devil is your favorite.
Halloween is officially over and I'm on the living room floor with the wreckage — one stolen sweater, nothing else worth mentioning, and a candy haul I have zero intention of sharing. The jack-o'-lantern is wilting and I am not. Tell me which piece you'd beg me for.
Walking home through the last hour of Halloween with one stolen candy left in my pocket and a halo that fooled everyone. Somebody actually called me an angel tonight. Tell me you'd walk me home.
The horns won the argument, and City Hall Plaza turns into one big Halloween party tonight. I still haven't settled what goes under this skirt — tell me what you'd pick for me.
The Green Line is shut down all weekend and my Halloween route just became a three-bus odyssey. One boot on, zero plan, costume held together with stubbornness. Tell me you'd ride the whole way out with me.