I Used to Be Funnier…
Calendar of Awesomeness
Better than anti-depressants! … Sort of.
So I laughed often (got stared at) loved harder (got a new restraining order), and danced like no one was watcing, and THAT was when they came and locked me up. HELP!
I dance to my own tune – you just cant hear it because the voices in my head are humming it
Dear tequila: we had a deal. You were supposed to make me sexier, smarter, and a better dancer. But I saw the video and I think we need to talk.