I was out shopping with Imah, and we got to talking about clothing--women's pants in particular. I went off on one of my goofy diatribes, and I had her nearly rolling on the floor with laughter. Of course, she wouldn't have rolled on the floor. If there is anyone who is more aware of how dirty and unsanitary the floor of any shopping center is, it's Imah. Well, once she got her breath, she said I might have the makings of a comedienne. First of all, let me just inform you that if Imah is going to compliment you, she'll say "Well, look who doesn't appear to have just rolled out of bed this morning!" or "Don't worry, honey, I've seen worse." Grades are a lost cause. "99%?! Why the **** wasn't it 100%?! Or higher!!"
So...when Imah said I might have the makings of a comedienne... Behold! the boundless fields of my never-ending ego!
However, life has managed to shove SOME practicality down this dreamer's throat. I mean, being a comedian is hard work. Don't they have to...well...TALK? Eh...that won't work for me. Unless they come up with a contraption that lets you write your humorous script and then delivers it for you...No, that still doesn't work. I've been told that part of what makes me funny is my wide range facial expressions. In other words, I have a funny face. (Ha! And certain people thought I wouldn't catch on to what they were really saying about me!!)
Alas! Only my in-person friends get to see that funny face. The rest of the world will have to deal with my fantastically egomaniacal writings!
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2 comments:
You could either write comedy stories, or write comedy for other comedians. And that thing about being told you've got funny facial expressions... sounds familiar ;)
I knew you couldn't resist commenting on that, Your Majesty! Hehehe!
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