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I was doing comedy in America's heartland. No one told me the heartland was full of text so much acid washed denim. Anyhoot, the acid washed audiences were nice and took to me well so I can't complain....but I will. I was trapped on a trafffic island. Yes, the club and the hotel were situated between an interstate highway, a connector highway and the exit off the interstate highway. So I was on this little triangle of land that you couldn't text get off of without a car. All there was text on the island was a shell station and a TGI Friday's. A friend told me you could get everything you need to survive at the shell station. Turns out she was right. I lived off of cheese doodles and peanut butter sandwiches. My other option was to eat at TGI Friday's....I'm not fucking crazy! Nikki Payne 11/16/05 08:59:30 am, Categories: Life in LaLa Land, 342 words Yoga Pants in Hollywood Dear Comedy Network: It's been two weeks in Hollywood and I have yet to be chewed up and spit out.
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