Oh my god, I'm a jet-settin' bitch this month! From Phoenix to Mesa, Casa Grande to Glendale, Tempe to a fictitious locale in my own demented brain, I'll be hitting up the entire I-10 corridor this September.
Plan your month accordingly here!
Will there also be more shows than this?
Of course, silly. WebMD says it's best that I don't spend too much time by myself these days. Wait, was that WebMD? Hmmm, no, no . . . it was Jasmine from Live Links. Jasmine wants to talk to me. Jasmine wants only the best for me. Jasmine wants to charge me $9.95 per minute to read her the desperate poetry I've been scribbling on the back of a maxi pad box. Jasmine just gets me . . .
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.