Okay. This is me blogging when I really didnt want to blog.

I mean reeeeaaally didn’t want to blog.

Why don’t I want to blog you ask? Let me break it down for you. I went down to the Pro Shop last night, and I could not get my focus together. I just sucked. I thought I was going to be all good, cause I’ve been getting stage time, I’ve been writing new stuff, I’ve been doing my job as a comic. Doing what your supposed to do damnit. AND OF COURSE I fuck up when I go back to my own show. I’m so annoyed. Then I was being heckled. Then I went over the time. My fricken fault for wearing flonkin’ shades while I’m on stage. Didn’t see Rob give me the light.

Bleh.

So then I was here on the comp and the thought of Blogging came to mind and I was like ‘FUCK THAT’ I didn’t even want to talk to people after my set. I was so disgusted with it. Some people were like ‘you handled it well’ because of the abnormal amount of chatter from the one heckler dude, but I don’t blame him at all. I just never got myself fully together. Ugh. I was like ‘I quit comedy’ 2 seconds after I got off stage. I know I’m not allowed to do that. I have to stick to it. I have to weather the storms. AND I FUCKING WILL. But am I happy? Not so much. I feel like I have no clue how to make people laugh. I did well opening night at the Pro Shop so it would seem I can make people laugh. I did well with the hospital people. I dunno. I officially don’t know whats up anymore.

I guess I should go write now. Find jokes that have more than a 2 day life span.

party on fuckers,

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