The following, like everything I’ve ever written here, is an opinion.
A long time ago I wronged someone, by being a self involved douche. Today I took the first step towards fixing it. Below is a (slightly) edited version I sent to this person:
This blog was inspired by a blog written by Leah Kayajanian, Leah is a female comedian. She hears this a lot.
The CD/DVD You Will Never See or Hear OR How I learned to Stop Worrying and Enjoyed the Bomb OR Brandon Books a show, and No One Bothers to Show Up
On September 27th me and 5 of OKC’s finest comics performed a show at UCO’s famed constitution hall.
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*This isn’t addressed to anyone, but at the same time is addressed to everyone.*
BY THEIR VERY NATURE, COMEDIANS ARE EGOTISTICAL.
Every night, knights armed with spiral notebooks and corded microphones do battle against an unrelenting beast. The beast is a hydra of sorts - cut its head off and more heads pop up, wanting more.
I make lots of poor choices in my life, I mean a LOT, but what started off as a drunken joke has led to a few interesting friendships and a constant reminder that sanity is but a dangling thread, to be cut at the first sign of criticism, judgement, or rejection.
Wonder what all those wonderful women on Craigslist really mean when they post sexy ads on the internet?
The rest of this won’t be very nice, and I don’t care.
The following are my responses to facebook statuses I read while I was supposed to be paying attention in a board meeting:
I apologize about how long this post is, and about how unfunny this may be.