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The more you don’t sleep the more you think of the words that you want to say to people but can’t manage to grab onto. Apparently, if you’re me.
Not that any of them are that key. I just think a lot and find new and inventive ways to be socially awkward.
Come Tuesday, I decided I should definitely just walk into Fry’s and say, “so, did I get hired?”. I’ll receive one of two replies.
A) “No. You do drugs.”
B) “Yeah. Here’s your apron.”
And if I get hired I want to be charming and fantastic - I want to wear a tie when I tell people how much they saved with their V.I.P. cards. So if you have any left over birthday wishes or have any to spare, help me out. I’ll save you some cash.
I fall into acceptance. There’s only one real thing under the sun that I actually want to invest my life into - entertaining people. Comedy is where it’s at.
Fuck. It’s not even a choice. It’s cause of all those car rides when my family humored me when I was the silly kid. When I’d talk like I was Jamaican and be flamboyant and raise reasonable suspicion about my sexual orientation. You guys gave me confidence, so I shut up in return. Thanks.
I really miss working the crowd; I’ve got to get it back.
It’s four in the morning and I want to be with a pretty girl and watch the sun come up in a car sitting inside an abandoned parking lot or hide out on the golf course. That would be choice. That probably makes me a little stranger than some kids, but I’ll take the notoriety in stride.
Just like this summer.
Not that any of them are that key. I just think a lot and find new and inventive ways to be socially awkward.
Come Tuesday, I decided I should definitely just walk into Fry’s and say, “so, did I get hired?”. I’ll receive one of two replies.
A) “No. You do drugs.”
B) “Yeah. Here’s your apron.”
And if I get hired I want to be charming and fantastic - I want to wear a tie when I tell people how much they saved with their V.I.P. cards. So if you have any left over birthday wishes or have any to spare, help me out. I’ll save you some cash.
I fall into acceptance. There’s only one real thing under the sun that I actually want to invest my life into - entertaining people. Comedy is where it’s at.
Fuck. It’s not even a choice. It’s cause of all those car rides when my family humored me when I was the silly kid. When I’d talk like I was Jamaican and be flamboyant and raise reasonable suspicion about my sexual orientation. You guys gave me confidence, so I shut up in return. Thanks.
I really miss working the crowd; I’ve got to get it back.
It’s four in the morning and I want to be with a pretty girl and watch the sun come up in a car sitting inside an abandoned parking lot or hide out on the golf course. That would be choice. That probably makes me a little stranger than some kids, but I’ll take the notoriety in stride.
Just like this summer.