The eyeliner went on before the coffee did, and this dress has been on since mid-morning because The Black Angels at the Regency deserve the effort. Tell me you'd take the seat across this table.
The eyeliner went on before the coffee did, and this dress has been on since mid-morning because The Black Angels at the Regency deserve the effort. Tell me you'd take the seat across this table.
Election Day handled, and apparently I decided the sticker looked better on me than on my jacket — now The Limiñanas at The Chapel is pulling me out the door half-dressed. Tell me I still look like a responsible citizen.
Rebecca Black at the Castro tonight, so I promised myself a real morning first — the yoga mat is winning so far and I'm still deciding if a top counts as part of the routine. Come hold my feet for the next stretch?
Halloween leftovers night at DNA Lounge means the costume box gets one last chance — and so far it's offering me a halo and a pair of wings that clearly lost a fight. Tell me this still counts as an outfit.
Everything I own went into the wash after this weekend, and cumbia night at Great American Music Hall won't wait — so right now the laundry basket is doing all the covering. Tell me you'd fold the warm towels with me.
Halloween ended somewhere on 18th Street and I never actually made it to bed — now I'm up trimming marigolds before the Día de los Muertos altars in the Mission. The horns came off and, well, everything else did too. Come hold the stems while I cut?
Castro block party first, then The Midway until way past midnight — the hat stays, the rest is up for debate. Tell me you'd keep up with me in that crowd.
Halloween weekend and my devil costume is exactly two horns and nothing else so far — Galactic at the Fillmore tonight is going to get whatever I decide this is. Come help me pick how much of it counts as an outfit?
Found a sheer black thing in the bins on Haight that screams Cold Cave tonight — the fitting room mirror says it covers almost nothing, which feels about right. Keeper?
Katie Pruitt at The Chapel tonight and I haven't put on a single thing yet — the smoothie felt more urgent than the outfit. Come make breakfast with me like this.