I realized that the funniest jokes I have are the ones that make me laugh out loud. The bad thing is, I’m usually the only one laughing because most of my jokes are for an audience of one.
Earlier this week, I was doing laundry and waiting for my clothes to finish. I try and time it so I don’t have to wait, but that day, I learned that 30 minutes of waiting is not as long as the 35 minute wash cycle. I didn’t want to walk 30 seconds back to my apartment, so I just hung out in the laundry room and looked around at the crap posted up there. I saw this hand-written note titled “Lost Rabbit” that I decided to read and it was basically the cutest effin thing I’ve seen in a long time. I don’t typically post pictures, mainly because I don’t have anything that would remotely relate to the things that I’m writing. But I felt like this needed to be posted.
For all of you who can’t read things that aren’t typed, this is what it says.
Miss Bussy is missing.
Please help me find her, or give me any information about her.
If you have her, or have found her and have given her to someone, please tell me. I just want to know if she is safe, happy and loved.
My heart is broken. I have learned my lesson about letting a rabbit outside.
I think the greatest thing about this letter is that this person (which I imagine is like a 10-year-old girl) accepts that she irresponsibly lost her rabbit, and as much as she would like to get it back, she wants to know first and foremost that it’s safe and happy. If I ever meet Erin, the first thing I want to do is find out if she found Miss Bunny. And if I she hasn’t, then I’m going to lie and let her know that her bunny is doing well and is not a coyote’s lunch.
I’ve been trying to make goals for myself for 2013, and it’s been a struggle to constantly pursue them. My January goal was basically to get a job extension and find a place to live. But to me, that’s like saying you’re going to try and put on pants before you go out in public. I guess it’s not a necessity, but it’s basically a necessity…
This month, I tried to get my finances in order. Basically start thinking about shrinking debt and look into putting my money somewhere where it could grow like a little flower. Good news is that I’ve thought about it, so I guess that’s a start. I guess this one is going to bleed into other months, which is fine. As long as I’m still working towards it, maybe it’s still salvageable.
This month, I’m going to focus on creatity. I feel like it used to be oozing out of me, but lately, I’ve lost a lot of it. I don’t know if it’s something that I’ve lost passion in, or if I’ve just used it all up. I’d like to I think I still have some in the tank; I just need to coax it out of…myself. That’s a pretty graphic description, but I know it’s a good joke because I just laughed out loud…
Out loud? Aloud? Good news is that there’s an entire post about it so I don’t need to double my work.
I’ve never been visual creative. I just don’t have the ability to make my hands produce what something looks like in my head. That’s why my blog is basically a standard, bare-bones template. Every time I’ve ever had to draw a four-legged animal, it basically looks like some sort of retarded horse. My mom is extremely creative, and my sister got all of the visual ability. So I’m sticking with written creativity, and I’ve decided that I’m going to write little poems every weekday in what I’m calling the March of Rhymes. Basically because it’s March, poems rhyme, and it’s a play on words of the March of Dimes. Jokes are always funnier when you have to explain them…
I’ve always liked poems. The ability to manipulate the English language in a way that leverages rhythm and rhyme to convey a point is incredible to me. My favorite author is Shel Silverstein. If you haven’t read anything by him, you should take the time to buy a book or borrow one from me. Here’s a great quote from the link I just posted in case you were too lazy to click on it.
“Aside from receiving a little artistic encouragement at Roosevelt, Silverstein didn’t exactly get a lot out of college. Summing up the experience, he once said, ‘I didn’t get laid much. I didn’t learn much. Those are the two worst things that can happen to a guy.'”
Prepare for the March of Rhymes.
Thanks for reading
– Mr. Bunny