I had Friday's battle all figured out as a two-horse race, and then a third album walked in and ruined my math. One heel on, playlist restarted from the top — pick my winner for me?
I had Friday's battle all figured out as a two-horse race, and then a third album walked in and ruined my math. One heel on, playlist restarted from the top — pick my winner for me?
Dove just locked her album for Friday — same day as Shygirl's. Two drops in one night and my pregame playlist is already a battlefield. Which one gets first spin?
The club look is officially decided — I just had to try it on one more time to be sure. The dress is right there and I still got distracted. Should you get a peek before Friday does?
Shygirl's album lands Friday and my closet is already a war zone — five days to build the perfect club look and every option is winning. Which pile do I commit to?
Halloween is officially over — the wings are down, the halo surrendered hours ago, and now it's just me, the floor, and way too much leftover candy. Worth every sore foot. Tell me you closed out the night as well as I did?
Made it out the door with the wings intact and the night is already winning. One mirror check between songs before the halo gives up completely. Come find me on the dance floor?
My favorite night of the whole year and the halo went crooked before I even got out the door. The wings can wait — this part of the costume works fine on its own. Tell me honestly, am I trouble tonight?
October air finally got good enough to drag me out here and the robe didn't stand a chance. Whole city's still lit up down there and I don't feel like going back in yet. Come keep me company up here?
Sleep wants nothing to do with me and this couch is the only thing holding still. The apartment's so quiet I can hear my own breathing. Keep me up?
Stood out here until my coffee went cold — Gracie's new single demanded three listens back to back and I wasn't going to argue with it. Tell me you've heard it yet.