Journal blurb.

Oh, to feel!
What pleasure
for every nerve in my being
to be wide awake…
aware and perceiving
each word,
thought,
and motion.
All things have been made new.
My feet dance a wild dance,
and mouth sings aloud.
I have been made happy
because
I have been caught unsuspecting,
have been surprised,
have been excited.
Compelling love demands my attention,
demands my response,
demands everything.

Comedy routine.

I've had this habit for about the past year of creating meaningless jokes.

It all started when I lived with my roommate Candy. Gold and jems flow from her lips...she is always spouting off something hilarious.

Recently, a response I've been using for everything is, "When in Rome...", which is an old phrase, I know. I also know what it means, but I particularly like to use it in instances it doesn't apply.

For example:

SOMEONE: "Hey, Desi. I really love your earrings today."
ME: "Thank you, I really am a big fan of turqoiuse."
SOMEONE: "Yes, my cousin loves that color too."
ME: "Really, yeah...well, when in Rome, right?"


Boom. Bam.


Oh, and another one is anything having to do with swine flu, or Obama winning the Nobel. So, I combined the two:

(me saying to someone who told me a good joke)
"Wow, if laughter could cure the swine flu, I think that you would have just pwnd Obama for the peace prize!"




And, finally, "if these walls could talk":

SOMEONE: "Wow, your hair looks terrible today."
ME: "Really? Well, if these walls could talk they'd say, 'You're very rude'."





So, there you go. Use them. Adopt them...just like you are a celebrity and my jokes were little black babies.


Buh-bye.

Re-do.

Parade!

It's time for some NEW, EXCITING CONTENT!

Get ready for a new and improved season of blogging by Desi.




More to come in the near future...STAY TUNED!