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I went to a free comedy show on Monday night to see Jaboukie Young-White and “Falafel Phil” from Kickin’ It tried roasting me for not liking my mom and not wanting to return to North Carolina. Why? Who knows. “Falafel Phil” was not funny and I couldn’t tell how his set was going – besides for how uncomfortable the personal attack made me – until he got off stage and the host called him out for immediately exiting the venue. Tori leaned over and whispered that I looked like the Sad Frog Pepe meme. I tweeted about it and Jaboukie was kind enough to slide in the DMs to console me for having a “tumultuous” relationship with my parents. Jaboukie is cool and funny and the kind of person I’d like to be friends with.

The guy I made out with at the cemetery was there. We made eye contact and I ignored him because a mutual ghosting should be left at a mutual ghosting. He laughed way too hard at a woman who was not at all funny and I knew from the first time we met that he wasn’t that funny of a person himself. I’m trying to be more discerning, you know what I mean? When Tori and I left, he followed suit with another one of the comedians and I continued to ignore him. Apparently this is awkward, but I don’t know why I owe it to some guy who got on his knees for me in a cemetery to say “Hello.” But when I put it like that…

Comedy-writing is definitely where I see myself going. I have plenty of comedic material. I’m storing it all away until I have use for it. For now, I’m a chameleon. I want a boyfriend, but I also realize no sane person would be with someone like me, someone who’s trying on all these different hats for, in the end, shits and giggles. Not completely, but, a little, yeah. That’s what I’m realizing. I’m hitting up my NC hip hop connect this week and attempting to get into an A$AP Rocky show at a posh night club tomorrow night. This posh night club is known for outright turning ugly and poor people away. Any pretty and rich people want to come hang? Or anybody shameless enough, like me, to pretend they’re not ugly and poor? Hit me up.

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