Don't freak your nutz off when I tell you this, but tonight I'm coming home to LA for five days (it's more like four days, because Sunday is a travel day, but shut up). I've almost ripped the skin off my face out of sheer excitement five or six times today. But before the barrage of angry/passive-aggressive texts about me "not making time for you" come in, look: my car is in Tennessee, so you're gonna have to come to me. If you wanna hang out, I'll be at La Cocina or Corrie's house. Get real or get bent, bitches. Xoxo.