gigamatic

my niece turned a year old last week, and, horrible uncle that i am, i didnt send her birthday package yet. it's sitting here on the church pew in our living room.

in it, i put a Pooh set of toys, a stuffed animal, and a very inexpensive but very nice picture book of doctor who monsters. that's for my sister, not my niece. yet.

i've been really realizing that i don't laugh like i used to when she and i used to hang out. my god, the toilet and trashy humor Zan and I used to throw around. cheap jokes at everyone's expense. laughing out loud at bad wigs. or funny euphemisms in polite conversation. you know, immature shit.

seriously. we laughed so much, i can't convey it in words. and then we grew up.

so many people try and recapture their immaturity in the wrong ways. sleeping around, drinking too much, or getting high.

fucking loosen up! laugh a little. no, laugh a lot. don't take everything so damn seriously... you'll go crazy. (if you weren't already.)

remember when you met Nala and he told you "It's just chocolate!"

this is something i'm rediscovering in the last two weeks: a hefty dose of snark and a few dick-and-fart jokes never hurt anybody.

why the hell did it take me 7 more years to remember it again?