The problem with being “the funny guy” in your group of friends (am I funny? Shit, I better be, I’ve built my whole thing on that) is that it becomes harder and harder to be taken seriously.
If everything you say is a joke or snide remark, then at what point does your entire life become one big joke? When will you look back on your life and realize that you’ve said so few honest things about yourself and your experiences?
Unrelated:
There’s a girl that’s been in a few of my Anthro classes before, and she’s in one of my classes this semester too; she totally got a nose-job over the summer.
I guess it looks ok.
