Editing can wait — I've been staring at the same timeline for two hours and my eyes are crossing. Shut the laptop, kicked everything off, and now I'm not putting anything back on until morning. You judging me or joining me?
Editing can wait — I've been staring at the same timeline for two hours and my eyes are crossing. Shut the laptop, kicked everything off, and now I'm not putting anything back on until morning. You judging me or joining me?
Roster cutdowns are rolling in and I can't stop refreshing. Half these names I've been watching since camp and now they're gone — lying here in the dark arguing with my phone like it's going to change anything. Tell me I'm not the only one who gets like this.
Seventeen to nothing in preseason and I'm not allowed to throw things in my own living room. Rudy disagrees with my coping methods. Tell me I'm overreacting.
Walnut Street's blocked off for the art festival and I've already spotted something I don't need but want anyway. Talk me out of it?
Still wired from last night's win and the only fix was turning the camera on. Some energy doesn't burn off unless you spend it the right way. Wanna see what I did with it?
Koe Wetzel tonight and I'm finally ready to walk out the door — boots on, attitude dialed up, and Rudy's already judging me from the couch. Pittsburgh's going to be loud tonight and I plan on being louder.
Started the weekend the only way that makes sense — camera's rolling and I'm already way past dressed for it. Want to see what comes next?
Billy Idol tomorrow night and I've got half my closet on the bed trying to find the right amount of trouble. Leather jacket's the frontrunner but I'm open to suggestions.
Called in sick on my own life and spent the morning at The Frick with the Matisse exhibition instead. Best decision I've made all week. You should've called in too.
Bloomfield's packed wall to wall and I've already killed two cannolis. Music's still going and the whole street smells like garlic and fried dough. Where are you — I'll save you one.