Sex? On The History Channel?

Wow, there's no getting away from sex, is there? I'm sitting here watching a show on historical sex. Well, sort of watching, sort of typing on here, and sort of chatting with T Dizzle Fo Shizzle (I'm having a gangsta night). Wow, I just found out the show is called "The History of Sex". Interesting. If there was a show about my sex life right now it wouldn't even make commercial length. In fact, I think it would just be a blank screen with a laugh track. How sad for me. Maybe I shouldn't watch shows that remind me how lame I am. =)

Ash and I went to see Dodgeball last night. Words cannot express how funny I found that movie. It felt so good to laugh that hard again. I don't think I have since Vienna, which is very weird because I'm a very laughy person. And yes, it's okay to make up words like "laughy". My journal, my vocabulary. I guess I haven't been in a funny situation for awhile. My days are most spent by myself and frankly, I don't find myself that funny. Well, I do sometimes. Sometimes I'm a freakin' riot. =) And modest. Always modest. But either way I don't usually sit around and crack jokes to myself. I'm a firm believer that you should not laugh at your own jokes anyway, they're never as funny when you do.

Since I don't have any haikus to write this evening like my esteemed roommate/partner in crime I should probably go to bed. Work at 10:30 tomorrow morning. YUCK.