Spent the morning pulling plastic out of the sand at Virginia Key and now I can't stop looking at the water like it owes me something. My tank top's soaked through and I don't even care. You'd have been too busy staring to pick up a single piece of trash, wouldn't you?
Inter Miami just put on a show and I'm home still wearing the jersey and nothing else, running on pure post-match adrenaline. Tell me you could keep your cool with me looking at you like this.
Miami Spice got me at a table I can't afford pretending I belong here, and honestly the waiter's already figured out I'm only here for the dessert course. Tell me you'd keep a straight face across from me in this dress.
Just left the Pop Air closing at Mana Wynwood and my brain still hasn't figured out where I end and the room begins. Immersive art does something weird to your body — like the installations rearranged something inside me that I can't put back. You ever walk out of a place feeling more like light than a person?
Wynwood swallowed me whole tonight — three hours of murals and I forgot I was even wearing this dress until the elevator ride home. The strap's been falling since block two and I stopped fixing it somewhere around the fifth gallery. Sweetie pie, you should see what this city does to me after dark.
Six AM and the sand's already hot, the whole beach is mine, and my practice felt like it belonged to the tide more than me. You'd have been too distracted to hold a single pose, wouldn't you?
Hit a new PR on deadlifts and the locker room cleared out before the storms rolled in, so now I'm just sitting here buzzing with nowhere to put it. Walk in right now and I dare you to act normal.
My afternoon classes got rained out again, so I cashed in a Spa Months deal and now I'm somewhere between a steam room and nirvana in this robe that keeps slipping off my shoulder. Want to come be my next reason not to leave?
Storm rolled in and killed every plan I had, so now I'm sprawled on this couch with nothing on and nowhere to be. Dare you to look away.
The studio's empty, the AC is barely keeping up, and my clothes started coming off somewhere between the second and third sun salutation. Bet you'd like a private class, wouldn't you?