Over the weekend, I had to give BMan the rain check on the podcast. I told him I simply couldn’t make myself be funny.
Never in my fucking life have I not been funny. It’s what I do. It’s who I am.
All this moping around is making me a real fucking boring broad, and, quite frankly, I’m disgusted with it.
One of the things I like to do is watch the news and crack jokes at some of the headlines, segues, and dumb ass anchor one liners. So, I did so tonight. I made myself laugh, so that’s better than nothing.
My sense of humor aside, I feel like I ate an entire container of strawberry ice cream in the last two days, and that’s because I did. Puffin ate her blueberry chicken and waffles biscuits right beside me, because that bitch is a rider.
It’s getting better every day. I’d be a bald faced liar if I said it didn’t still suck a big bag, but it’s getting easier. By the weekend, I’ll be making Brian pretend like he’s not cracking up at my dumb assery on the air.
Just the way I like it.
If I haven’t said as much this week, I love y’all. Thanks for riding this out with me. I promise to never be unfunny again.
💜🍓💜🍓💜 funniest girl I know
Honey, you make a living at funny, but it's ok to feel how you feel, and to hurt. Take as long as you need. We're not going anywhere.