DEAR DIARY: Thoughts from the Mirrorball
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Sweat It Out
It's one a.m. I'm lying on my bed in my dumpy, leaseless, un-air-conditioned West Hollywood room where, due to an early September heat wave, it is approximately one-thousand degrees outside and exactly one-million degrees...
Sweat It Out
It's one a.m. I'm lying on my bed in my dumpy, leaseless, un-air-conditioned West Hollywood room where, due to an early September heat wave, it is approximately one-thousand degrees outside and exactly one-million degrees...
