Had such a fun show last night…

Really felt the love in my old stompin grounds.

It was a lil awkward on the way in…some of my stories to share with my fellow comics as we drove through town were…”that’s where I got hit by a car on my bike for a second time!” and “I dated two guys here because there is a seven-eleven in the building.”

But all in all it ended up to be a very fun show! MORE PICS!

My Old Roomie and My Comedy Wifey!

Sometimes a Girl Just Needs to Dance!

There are certain things that bring sunshine to my life such as; singing…anywhere, Vodka (which determines my singing volume), friends, any sort of dog that I feel has a voice I can make up, a new crush, and dancing!! Ok…new crush was a little mis-leading, more like facebook stalking someone I think is cute until I fabricate a story about how he has a relationship with a girl that was cropped out of a recent profile pic…woops, was that out loud. We all do it don’t we…DON’T JUDGE:)

Anywho, as my mom says, dancing rocks…well, besides the horrible dance faces, ie stage left!

I look at my clock every day at 9:26 via thisgreatstory.com

My best friend Briana, aka Breezy did not believe me when I had originally told her that I randomly glance at the clock at exactly 9:26 either in the morning, or the evening, and sometimes both times, every… single… day.    That is enough to drive a girl crazy, but in the spirit of sharing (cuz sharing is caring), I started contacting her via text, phone, social media, with every glance, and she soon was not only convinced of my plague, but inadvertently joined me in this affliction.

I don’t know the exact moment this started, but I do know it was around the time my oncologist unilaterally decided to turn me into a bulimic.  Yep, I had breast cancer at the lucky age of 20.  I say lucky because I was too young and naive to think I was going to get anything but better…and I really feel that was what cured my disease.  I guess I can give some props to the vomit-inducing chemotherapy, skin-irritating radiation and femininity-stripping double mastectomy…(who else do you know that would go to such great lengths for an insurance-funded boob-job?!).

Even though I walked away with complimentary “enhancements”…

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