Yep, that's me, and nope, I'm not possessed. Or at least not totally. 

A sweet friend made it of me this weekend. On the one hand, I'm flattered because I love the hell out of a good .gif. I really really do. You all know this. On the other, it's not the most flattering of shots of me. 

There's a place here in Austin called Barbarella. It's a mecca for dancing and debauchery. Every flipping time time I go there I get taken over by a fiendish appetite for bustin' moves. Weird moves. I'm told I dance like this all the time, but refuse to believe it. I blame Barbarella.

Barbarella is my bath salts. 

For the record, the only substance to blame is Lone Star. Totally Barbarella's fault.