Subject: This entry is brought to you by reading a bunch of Weet's archives
Date: Saturday, September 4, 2004
Time: 4:46 pm
looking for a specific post which I couldn't find anyway.
Sometime in between the start of my tenure with the Socks, and today, the urge I had to post every day was burned out of me. I used to lie in wait for humorous moments in my days, just so I could capture them and write them up in my diary. And if nothing amusing had happened, I'd make stuff up. Somewhere that stopped, though, and now -- you should see it, I don't even update my livejournal that much anymore either.
I was reading my archives over here, looking for something that I eventually found, and I realized that I used to be funny. I haven't been funny in months. My livejournal is not funny. It's boring and mundane and whiny and filled with quizzes. I don't understand why changing journals ripped the funny right out of me. Maybe it was the purple over here that inspired me.
(It could also be simply that working at West has broken my spirit. Eight months on the 26th.)
At any rate, in a valiant attempt to bring back some of the funny, rather than just telling you that I used to be funny, I present the following conversation between my sister and myself:
Sister: [peers at a wasp on the rug] Kill this bug. Myself: [peers also at bug] You kill it. I don't feel good. Sister: You kill it. I'm barefoot. You have shoes on. Myself: You know what you need to do? Get a big book and drop it on the bug. Smoosh it. [My sister retrieves my mother's Strong's Concordance.] Sister: This work? Myself: Just make sure to wipe it off after you smoosh the bug.
