Funny

I'm reading Bossypants by Tina Fey right now, on loan from Jessica. Every other page makes me LOL. Tina Fey, funny. She seems to have had funny ingrained in her since she was a kid. Ellen Degeneres, funny. Steve Carell, funny. These people seem to have funny down to a T, so much so that it's an immutable part of their personality.

Being unemployed is tough, to state the obvious. I have been technically job-less for about three weeks (I count the start date as having been the day I received that shocking phone call) and sometimes I sit in front of my computer thinking, what am I doing with myself? In a situation like this, I realized that having a sense of humor is very important. It carries you through the times when you feel everything is hopeless.

Moreover, having a good sense of humor is a very serious thing. I kid you not. There's a difference between self-deprecating, stinging, putting-down-other-people funny, and natural, goofy, heartfelt, I-can-laugh-at-myself funny that makes you smile when you see or hear it. It makes you all the more attractive. It makes my heart melt. It makes me want to get to know you better.

Unrelated tidbits too unsubstantial to get their own entries:
I can't wait to get a job so I can cut my hair. It's so dry that if someone lights a cigarette near me I'm sure my hair will catch it like straw.

My mom brought home an entire party tray of guacamole from work today (yes, she is working now!). It started out being really yummy because I love guacamole but like I do with a lot of other food I had so much I got sick of it. I was tempted to throw it away, especially after it started changing into that yucky brown color avocados turn when they oxidize, but then I thought about the famine in Somalia. The tray of brown guac is sitting in the fridge waiting to be finished tomorrow.