I didn't think I would like Roxanne at the beginning. Sometimes she would do things that would bug me, but now I find myself embracing her strange behavior, and her surprising concerns.

"I think I'm going to go to Bosley, and have them help me with my eyebrows."
"Your eyebrows? What? What is Bosley?"
"You know it's that commercial where they take hair from the back of your head and put it on the front of your head if you need it. But I'm going to have them fill out my eyebrows."
 "What if your eyebrows start growing as fast as the rest of your hair on your head?"
"Well, I will just trim them then."

The thing is, Roxanne's eyebrows look fine, and because she is crazy, I start looking for
whatdoIthinkaboutthatiscompletelyirrational
And anyway. It's probably good that Roxanne doesn't sit down at her computer at night and tell the internet the things that I am saying. 

I'm having non-fiction writer's block lately. I haven't been able to make my real life seem funny or interesting, because no one wants to hear how awesome my vacation was, or how I went to another wedding where the married couple was younger than me.

So I will just rely on Roxanne, because she is always good for a laugh, or a jaw dropping story, or when you need to break out into song.

Me: The truth is, Roxanne, I haven't had a boyfriend in a long time because I am not good at it.
Roxy: Yeah, me either. My last two boyfriends were an alcoholic and then a drug dealer. But I miss the money and the jewelry.

Roxanne: And ever since I saw that show, I've been an animal lover.
Me: Do you have a dog?
Roxanne: Yes, but I don't like it or play with it that much. It's kind of annoying.