Have you ever stayed awake at night thinking, Gee, Ronnie D just doesn't talk enough; I'd really love to hear her talk more?
If so, then it looks like you've manifested your own dreams because I will be talking even more than usual TONIGHT!
Original photo by Andy Copper
You can catch me ruminating on life, love, and politics for a whole 20 minutes at Plazma for Beautiful Losers at 8pm.
Then, come hear me talk some more as I reflect on my week at Crescent for This Week Sucks, Tonight! at 11pm. Honestly, I have no idea what I'm going to talk about for this show though because this week has been so ridiculously awesome!
Oh, wait . . .
No . . .
I was looking at the wrong calendar.
THIS WEEK HAS TOTALLY SUCKED.
We're all gonna die.
But first, we'll most likely have to watch the people we love the most die first.
I JUST discovered that someone may have stolen all of my money and drained my bank account.
A hot girl in her 20s just walked in and swished her freshly washed, full-of-life hair into my aging, unappreciated face.
And this stupid Starbucks won't stop playing Bright Eyes.
I'm tapping out for now (i.e., possibly sobbing uncontrollably in the middle of this jam-packed coffee shop until they have to forcibly remove me and collect my shoes and clothes since I've discarded them in my futile attempts to shed the artificial constraints of this ever-deteriorating societal charade of humanity . . . though I really think it would be much better to do it onstage tonight for Anwar and Southern-Fried Turner to contend with, so I'm gonna stay strong. For now. Don't worry. I'll wear clean underwear. Well . . . I don't want to make any promises I can't keep because that's not my style, but I will try to wear clean underwear.)
SEE YOU TONIGHT!!!
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.