You can't beat Elko, Nevada for being far away from almost anything. I hear they have sand dunes, which I think are more fun than casinos.
Plus you could wave hi to me on your way past. Elko is where old bands go to die. I hear ads for '80s bands that are playing there. I always wonder what guys who once headlined arena shows think when they get off the bus and see Elko as their next gig.
That they've become Spinal Tap.
Headache, headache...go away. Find some other head to slay. Tension, migraine...all are bad. When you are gone, I FEEL A LOT FUCKING BETTER!!!
Emily, do you need hair advice? I can give hair advice.
My mother is unexpectedly on her way over. I should dress.
Aimee - did you ever get my email?
I don't think so. I go check.
Aimee - maybe if you went pee, your head would feel better.
27 minutes and I get to blow this pop stand!!!!!
Ha. Ha.
beth, no, I didn't get. Now, I shall pout.
I always wonder what guys who once headlined arena shows think when they get off the bus and see Elko as their next gig.
"Oh crap, it's come to THIS?"
In the world of invisible friends, I'm still skinny and lovely-haired.
Much of your beguilement is in your innate cool (which is formidable), your wit (again, way on the plus side of the scale), your fantastic dancing, your style and your all-around enjoyability. So even if you gained 20 pounds and got a bad perm, you'd still be hot shit.