Sticky Icky

Sometimes I wonder if my sense of humor is starting to lag down into the mediocrity of the horde. After all, I found Dave Chapelle's show to be funny and so did stupid people...I liked a lot of those Adult Swim shows while a lot of dopey people liked them too. It really makes me wonder if my lifestyle of general calm living is destroying my cruelty. And my cruelty is, after all, the highlight of my comedy.

But then I remember that my favorite idea for a sitcom "gag" moment is a pregnant woman falling down a flight of stair because she slipped on a banana peel. Miscarriages crack me up.

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I've started noticing lately that whenever I smoke on Thursdays, my sleep is completely fucked the next day. I guess the end of this week's Daily, and ones before, is such a release that I decide to bang the bejesus out of all my Fridays.

I say that, of course, because now I realize that I've fucked another Friday.

Those facebook-type websites are only great when you can find old friends. I just saw a picture of a guy I knew well years ago. I haven't seen the fool in about 8 years. He looks like a completely different person.

Also, looking at my New Jersey friends makes me feel like a fat ass. I bet they would have phased me out for being a chunky bitch. Heh.

I feel good about Denton. I've had some chubby chicks compliment me lately. At least I know I might have attention, even if I'm not especially attracted to the people who are giving me the said attention.

Note to self: Construct history of black men that white America accepted chart ASAP. Thank you, Ice Cube, for going from Scariest Black Man in America to Chunky Black Man that doesn't really Belong in an Action Movie.

I don't know why I capitalized the words I did right there. It just felt right. Like moving out of home. Hopefully.