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If My Life Weren't Funny...

I haven't really been able to think of anything to write for a few weeks, but I'm feeling productive and hyped up on caffeine, so I'm going to see where this goes. Hmmm...let's see...what have I done recently??? OOOO!!! I ate some War Heads today, that's interesting right?? HEY!! I thought it was!! OOOO!!! I've got a good one!

I recently started reading Carrie Fisher's new book Shockaholic. I have read Wishful Drinking and loved it, mostly because I'm narcissistic enough to think that our sense of humor is very similar. Her story covers every aspect of Hollywood and fame, and her story is CRAZY. Maybe that's why she's crazy... nah, that's not it.

Even though she has far worse problems than I ever will (knock on wood), I do relate. Mostly because I am the kind of person who at least tries to turn problems into something funny. Nine times out of ten I fail, but that one time keeps me going. My sense of humor is weird and kind of scary at times, but if Carrie Fisher can have the kind of success with the sense of humor I have (or delusionally think I have), there's hope. Right??? RIGHT?!?

Anyway, I'm kind of excited to have a new comedy hero. It keeps me motivated when I fail those nine times and have to act like five screaming princesses (for speech team. Remember, I'm NOT crazy...). Hopefully, this leads to more comedy heroes and  inspiration. As many heroes as I have (and weird obsessions), only a few are female comedians.

I want to end this with something she says in her interviews and books. "If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.” Embrace the weird, the problems, the adversity! There might be a good joke there. Laugh at yourself. Okay, now I have official fulfilled my motherly advice quota for this post, so I'm going to stop before I start cooking dinner and telling you to clean your room.

I like this song:

Abby, Absolute Wannabe


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