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Sammy Rae's horn section is at Brooklyn Paramount tonight, so I'm paying my dues on the treadmill first — brass that good demands stamina. Who's saving me a spot up front?

Couldn't sleep, so the ring light came out instead. This one's going straight into the new pack — consider yourselves warned. Want the rest before anyone else?

Young Miko had me on my feet all night and I came home still humming with the dress barely hanging on. Nobody here to tell me to stop. Should I?

The Wrecks at Webster Hall tonight and I beat the whole train car here, ears already ringing in advance. This skirt and these platform tiles have an understanding. Tell me you'd squeeze into the pit with me.

Three shows in three days finally caught up with me, so the tub is doing what no nap could. The water's still hot and I'm not hurrying for anyone. Tell me you'd let me stay in here all night.

The whole city is out here screaming for 40,000 strangers and I'm one of them, cowbell and all. My voice is already half gone and I regret nothing. Which mile are we meeting at?

Halloween's officially over — the glitter is not. Marigolds are taking over my floor before the Día de los Muertos parade at the Botanical Garden. Tell me what you'd leave on the altar.

Glue gun's finally cooling down and the rhinestones are officially the whole costume — everything else is negotiable. Parade line at Canal Street is happening tonight and I'm going exactly like this. Come find me in the crowd?

Warm-up round for the Vampire Ball at Industry City before the parade even starts tomorrow. The lace left nothing to the imagination so I added a choker for respectability. Think anyone at this party is actually well-behaved?

Harry Styles apparently goes on tonight, not Saturday, and my costume deadline just moved up with him. Rhinestones everywhere, glue gun still hot — be honest, does this even count as a costume yet?