I’ll admit to being angry that she’s so pretty that she looks pretty in CLOWN MAKE UP and that she first tried to make it as a punk-rocker. This is the same feeling I get when I watch 15-year-olds at the Olympics.
I’ll admit to being angry that she’s so pretty that she looks pretty in CLOWN MAKE UP and that she first tried to make it as a punk-rocker. This is the same feeling I get when I watch 15-year-olds at the Olympics.
It got down to about 70F this weekend in Charleston, and it just hit me: autumn isn’t coming to the humid subtropical zone.
Still, a girl can dream of sweaters and apple cider, right? Escondido is a Nashville-based band (not chilly there either), and their sort of washed-out, bare-like-the-desert-but-glittery-like-the-Opry sound is perfect for imagining the onslaught of Facebook updates about pumpkin-spice lattes.
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