I was in the shower this morning and I found that all I had left was a sliver of soap, the thinnest remnant.
As I washed myself I thought “Isn’t that a great metaphor for love: Sometimes you just don’t notice love until you don’t have it anymore, that we take love for granted sometimes, and it’s best to treasure it everyday, because you never know when it will slip through your fingers.”
As I washed myself with this thin morsel of soap, I thought, “This is just like love: even having just a little love in your life is still enough to make you feel clean and pure and warm.”
At that point, I realised that I’d lost the little sliver of soap somewhere on my person, and I thought to myself, “Maybe that’s like love: Even if you’ve just got a little, you carry it around with you wherever you go.”
Don’t worry, I found it. It was in my crack.
There are several reasons why I never became a stand-up comedian.
Firstly, I get anxiety attacks from being on a train, let alone being on stage.
Secondly, I’m not personally funny. I think I’m funny secondhandedly. I can write a mean joke, but when it comes to delivery, I find it best to leave it to professionals. Or even class clowns. Or anyone who likes the attention. I’m more of a joke feeder, than a joke teller.
My shirt design, “The Best Men” was just included on the newsletter for The Broke-Ass Bride as a little “something something” for the groom’s party.
Riding through the ‘burbs on my way to work this morning, I rode past an Elvis impersonator walking down the street.
At least, I think it was an impersonator…
Unless I’m eating a banana,
I don’t like the smell of bananas.
That is all.