Hauled the Halloween bins back to the basement and came up with the light strands instead — a whole month early and I regret nothing. Testing them goes much faster without jeans on. Come plug them in for me, daddy?
Hauled the Halloween bins back to the basement and came up with the light strands instead — a whole month early and I regret nothing. Testing them goes much faster without jeans on. Come plug them in for me, daddy?
Slipped away to the Watkins center to see the new abstract exhibit and after a month of orange and black everywhere, my eyes are so happy. My husband thinks I'm at the grocery store. Come tell me which painting looks like how I feel right now, baby.
Spent the night building my little ofrenda for the people I miss, and somewhere between the marigolds and the candlelight the rest of my clothes lost their argument. Come keep the flame company, baby?
The End of Days party has downtown packed and my devil dress has already bought me two drinks I didn't pay for. My husband's somewhere in that crowd watching me work the room, exactly the way he likes it. Come find me before midnight, baby.
Came home from BOOlevard still buzzing and my husband tapped out before I even got my boots off. The witch hat stayed on — everything else is on the floor. Come finish what the bourbon started, daddy.
Halloween is three days out and the costume try-ons stripped all the way down to stockings and a mask. He's at work and I've got hours to kill looking like this. Tell me what finishes the look, daddy.
Slipped downtown alone to see the Berlin Wall exhibit at Union Station, and history has me in a mood. My husband thinks I'm running errands — instead I'm standing in front of a forty-year-old wall in a dress like this. Some walls were made to come down, baby. Want to help me tear one?
Coffin Club is back downtown and I'm already testing dark lipstick shades for tonight — my husband swears I can't pull off a vampire. Which shade bites hardest, baby?
Power & Light turns into a full-on rodeo this weekend for PBR Outlaw Days, and my husband already grabbed us tickets — so tonight the closet is holding auditions. I've narrowed it down to denim and exactly one shirt that barely qualifies. Tell me this look survives line dancing, baby.
Just got back from the Edge of Hell in the West Bottoms and my heart is still hammering from those jump scares. Husband went to bed and left me down here all worked up and wired. Come calm me down, baby?