Sunday afternoon and the only plan I stuck to was lacing up and rolling until my legs forgot about the rest of the week. There's a specific kind of quiet you only get at an empty skate park when everyone else is still sleeping off last night. You ever find that spot where the world just goes quiet for you?
Seventeen browser tabs deep into Paris flights because Celine just announced a residency there and my heart cannot handle it. Nine million people entered that ticket lottery — I refuse to be the one who didn't even try. Would you cross an ocean for your favorite artist?
Vancouver gave up a winner in the 96th minute and now I'm wide awake and furious in the worst way — so I'm putting all that energy somewhere a lot more fun. You wanna take over from here, love?
Can't sleep so I'm three pages deep into MLS shakeup drama in nothing but a sheet and my opinions. My brain picked the worst time to get fired up about league commissioners. You the type who passes out in two minutes, or are you up too?
Walked out of that Japanese animated film with my head full of Tokyo neon and bigger dreams than I walked in with. Something about watching someone chase a whole life on screen makes me want to shed everything and start fresh. What would you do if you came home and found me like this?
Decided to take the Leagues Cup watch party out of my living room for once — sports bar, ginger ale, and a whole crowd yelling at the same ref I usually yell at alone. The jersey stays on for now, but the night's young, love.
Hot water ran out before I was done, so I'm finishing what the shower started. Tell me, love — would you let me finish, or would you take over?
MLS on the screen, chips in my lap, and I'm not moving from this couch for the rest of the night. You watching too, or am I the only one yelling at the ref?
Sundays are for doing whatever I want, and right now that happens to be exactly this. Tell me, love — would you just stand there, or would you come closer?
This Spain jersey's basically become a nightshirt and I refuse to apologize — when the World Cup lands in your own country, you hold onto it a little longer. Still rooting for anyone, or just me?