Saturday, September 09, 2006

contents of my head: tumbleweeds, void.

okay! so. how many days have I pined for a gig where my job is to funny-up somebody else's writing? let's make that years. I haven't had a gig like that since my beloved mag staff-job. and. now I have it again. only. I'VE GOT NOTHING. there's no funny in my head. In fact, I can't remember ever being funny. I don't even know what the word "funny" means. I don't even know how to spell it. I don't know how that last sentence even happened. I'm forgetting how to type even. wfsfaf80e fado0IOJGAijoasdfg98342. OSIDFOIEW!!!! 002q34wsadfjaggggggg...

everyfunny hurts. sometimes. everyfunny cries.

3 comments:

the beige one said...

You do realise that now I have that infernal song stuck in my head? maybe that should be your Plan B. If all else fails, stick earworms in their ear.

Madfoot said...

Oh! Oh!! Like the one that got in Chekov's ear in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan?

the beige one said...

Yeah! Except in music form!