So that's my lame excuse for why I haven't been posting anthing here regularly. Maybe things will liven up when I move? Maybe they won't? Who knows. All I know is I'm going to quit trying so hard. Writing comes much easier when you don't force it. (I could totaly go for a poop joke there but I'm way too mature for that.)
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| Haha who am I kidding? I love bathroom humor. |
You see I like making people laugh. I'm happy and having a good time when everyone else is happy and having a good time. This is why I come to work on Fridays with a 30 pack and hand them out to all the cubicles I pass on my way to mine. Except for the accounting department, they look down on PBR. The beer snobs.
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| Beer...from a can? How quaint. The problem is trying to be funny and junk all the time is it gets in the way of just writing and putting words on paper (just kidding I don't use paper) (subtle bathroom humor #2). There are days where I don't feel like being funny or smart; where funny and smart people should get bricks thrown at them because I'm not feeling funny and smart so neither should they. I guess the struggle is to find a balance. On the one hand there's the desire to entertain and make people laugh or think, on the other hand the desire for unfettered self-expression, and in the middle somewhere is a happy medium. The trick is finding it. |
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| Streaking: The perfect balance between humiliation for others amusement and self expression |
