dear diary,
i guess that's what makes me special. at least that's what everybody says anyway. any you either kinda like it or you don't. i got a memory like an elephant yet, i cant seem to remember shit. funny how that works. gotta think at my own speed, which is sometimes really fast and other times, really slow. thoughts come at rapid fire, and at times when i least expect them, mostly when a keyboard is here to catch them thank God not a microphone and audience, but when that does happen, its better when its out of state that way nobody gets their feelings hurt as bad cuz once it starts coming out it really wont stop especially lately cuz i used to talk about finding big boogers on the shower door and how i was sure they were part of someones brain but not anymore kids, the days of the giant turd stories at disneyworld on January 2, 1995 are long gone, long gone. my new stories have blossomed into fantastic novelties that leave even me standing in awe. and the tips have turned into donations, a legal fund if you will, and my stagename facebook following grows twofold after every show. basically what im saying is, that, its hard, bouncing back and forth between here and reality, and i know that once i decide where ima stay, where im mostest comfortabilist, i will be loved no matter where i end up.
and that feeling in the pittness of your stomach will go away, after your set is over, or you get used to the spotlight. i got used to it, and i poop normal and everything now. fiber, eat a towel.
i guess that's what makes me special. at least that's what everybody says anyway. any you either kinda like it or you don't. i got a memory like an elephant yet, i cant seem to remember shit. funny how that works. gotta think at my own speed, which is sometimes really fast and other times, really slow. thoughts come at rapid fire, and at times when i least expect them, mostly when a keyboard is here to catch them thank God not a microphone and audience, but when that does happen, its better when its out of state that way nobody gets their feelings hurt as bad cuz once it starts coming out it really wont stop especially lately cuz i used to talk about finding big boogers on the shower door and how i was sure they were part of someones brain but not anymore kids, the days of the giant turd stories at disneyworld on January 2, 1995 are long gone, long gone. my new stories have blossomed into fantastic novelties that leave even me standing in awe. and the tips have turned into donations, a legal fund if you will, and my stagename facebook following grows twofold after every show. basically what im saying is, that, its hard, bouncing back and forth between here and reality, and i know that once i decide where ima stay, where im mostest comfortabilist, i will be loved no matter where i end up.
and that feeling in the pittness of your stomach will go away, after your set is over, or you get used to the spotlight. i got used to it, and i poop normal and everything now. fiber, eat a towel.
