Wake me up when the major pharmaceuticals start throwing money on me to travel with their products, 'cause I'm taking to my bed now with the blackest, goth despair only an eighties party gal, once brilliantly capable of conjuring-up beautiful, pure, homegrown, totally organic party times on her own, can wallow in.
Dear God, just let me sleep until this "social media" nightmare is over. One bit of advice before I turn out the light though... Amanda hon, never roll with the top down.
