I am not a comic.
I had all of these funny stories to share, but I think the humor gets lost when I tell stories. Well, in type it does, because in person I do sounds, and I get all excited, and I make faces...
Anticlimax:
As I walk into Kristin's house, I always, without fail, yell, "QUIT MASTURBATING!"
She then says, "I am NOT!"
Today, she adds, "Damn, Carie! You look bad!"
"What the fuck did you expect out of someone who hasn't left the house in four days? Dude, you don't look so hot either."
Yeah. See? That shit's not funny.
I'll go back to being all angst ridden, and sad later.