Tonight was bad. I already vented on Twitter. Basically, I bombed so bad tonight it wan’t funny. I mean I wasn’t funny.
Everyone else was. Everyone else did well. Special thanks to the Host, Beth, who was amazing. Opening was good.
That old mother fucker came right at you and your keywords didn’t he, bitch? Yes, he did.
That other bearded queer was funny, wasn’t he? Yes.
It was so bad. It was so bad.
I had about 60 seconds of control and BOOP, gone.
My set was trash.
It has been clear to me for a while I need to have an Instagram or a Facebook, I chose Instagram. I left Instagram a couple of years ago when they kept calling me a “DILF”. He’s sensitive. So, I am on Instagram, now, we will see what good it does me.
I’m not angry and anyone’s else success,
That being said,
I hated that.
The audience was GONE!
I AM BEHAVING.
I NEVER ASKED TO GO LAST!
I AM BEHAVING.
I am going to calm down and rewatch The Northman.
There was no LIQUOR!
WHO DOES THAT???
GOODNIGHT, TONIGHT IS THE NORTHMAN HEADED STRAIGHT INTO MATERNAL INSTINCTS and THE BITTER SUITE and that’s it.
I did see it all and I thought I had a grip on my nerves. It was an off night.
I know next time will be better.
A few hours ago when I got home I felt something welling up and I ended up getting something on camera
Yes- It was real.
Go to sleep. To the sound of my Shame
LAP IT UP.
I’m sorry. Not your fault.
Will you play with my hair so bitch can rest? FUCK!
I am so much scarier than I was tonight.
Go to sleep, sweet baby.