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Sup Sluts!

Thanks for bearing with me. Sorry for the delay this week.

I was in Chicago.

I slightly lost my voice, so I'm sorry if I sound like, you know, a frog.

I had the best time in Chicago and I landed in Los Angeles.

I totally lost my voice.

My face is as swollen as swollen gets.

I also just flushed three of my credit cards down the toilet.

So that's awesome.

Hot tip.

Don't store your credit cards in the elastic waistband of your leggings.

Because then when you go to do bad things in the toilet, um,

they fall out and God forbid I stick my hand into my own urine.

So I just flushed him down and we're just going to see how it goes.

I feel a serious septic problem coming on up on the horizon.

And, uh, you know, we will cross that sewage bridge when we get there.

Let's talk about Lala Paloza, shall we?

Um, I got to be honest with you.

I go to a shit ton of music festivals and typically I don't mingle with GA.

Now, that's not going to land well, but it's the fucking truth.

Listen, when you marry a producer slash songwriter, these are one of the perks that I get to ride off of.

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