You are in a dark room. The room is warm, seductive, and intimate. It makes you think thoughts that you have never expressed for rooms before. You begin to plan out elaborate scenarios in which you turn on the lights and find all of the wonders laying about. However, when the illumination finally comes, you are drawn to one facet of the room upon which you had previously been unaware: The ugliest nightstand you have ever seen. Not only is it disgusting to look at, but it is possessed. That's like three shades of bad right there folks. Would you turn the lights off and try to go back to the way things were, or would you accept the nightstand?
People ask me, about 5 or 6 times a month, if I'm going to be a comedian when I grow up. Hmm. Good one, because I really have no idea. I don't know if I would be capable of competing with the hilarious men out there and coming out with new material every show. Probably not. Also, how much money is there in being a comedian if you aren't one of the huge names? Not much.
A better answer would be: Hey, do I come over to your house at night and ask you what you want to be when you graduate? NO. Just figure that I'll do something that will make me money and allow me to pursue my dream of one day becoming a ninja. Everyone knows that ninjas are sex-demons.
Recently I started working out with Tucker and Jimmy. We're pretty serious about it, and we're going all out. Hardcore. Pedal to the M-F---ing metal. >_>
That's about it for now. I need to get some sleep so I'm not dead by tomorrow.
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