A whole week of French films on Sunset and the girl from Münster is not missing it — dress on, heels by the door, out the moment this is done. Something about subtitles makes me want to be watched, sugar. Save me the aisle seat?
A whole week of French films on Sunset and the girl from Münster is not missing it — dress on, heels by the door, out the moment this is done. Something about subtitles makes me want to be watched, sugar. Save me the aisle seat?
New season dropped and it's all pirates and treasure maps — I've already lost twice to some kid with a fruit power and I'm not over it. Parked on the floor in front of the TV for the foreseeable future. Be my first mate, sugar?
The bike's been begging for a run all week, so I took it up into the Hills and pulled over where the whole city sits below me — jacket doing its own thing, helmet still warm on the seat. Race you to the next curve, sugar?
The costume survived the pins and it's officially going out tonight — The Thing on the lawn at Hollywood Forever, then the dance party after. One last look in the mirror before I go, sugar. Was it worth the wait?
Devil's Night at the Bowl tonight and I've been singing the openers in the shower since the first coffee kicked in — one eye lined, the other still waiting its turn. Save me a spot on the hill, sugar?
Tomorrow's goth night at the museum has me doing a test run way past bedtime — black lace, dark lipstick, and a choker I may never take off. Which look wins, sugar?
Some mornings the toy wins before the coffee even finishes brewing. Come take over from here, sugar?
Marigolds on the table, candles lit, and I'm halfway through my sugar-skull face for Hollywood Forever's Día de los Muertos — got carried away and turned it into a whole ritual. Come hold the mirror for me, sugar?
The old Victorian houses by Heritage Square are doing haunted pathways and horror double features all weekend, and I already know I'll be grabbing someone's hand in the dark. Dress is on, boots are laced — you coming with me, sugar?
Griffith Park hayride and that new maze are calling my name, and I'm stuck between two outfits while the closet floor loses. Dark rides make me brave, sugar — coming to hold my hand when things get handsy?