I'm from western PA. I was in the Army, then I went to Penn State. I was in northern Virginia for awhile, and now I find myself in southern California pursuing various things in comedy and post-college learning. I'd like to learn to surf. I don't want to eat meat, but I probably always will. I love southern California, so moving here was not a hard choice. Comedy and music are the main reasons I'm still around.
So Jon Stewart was at our gala. And someone put this together. And we liked it.
(Source: fuckyeahlatenighthosts, via npr)
Fame
I only want to have fame so that when I kill myself somebody besides my roommate (who’s waiting on the rent) will notice. Is that vain?
Happy Thursday!
Emotionally Charged Mix CD
The inside of my head is currently playing a high school mix CD that was given to an unrequited friend zone love interest. Actually, that mix CD has soundtracked my life on a continuous brain loop that started with Oasis and Third Eye Blind and is now questioning if putting Gotye last was good track listing or just hacky. Do we ever really leave life’s high school? Aren’t we all just going through the identity phases until we settle on the comfort of being someone’s “cool teacher?”
