My name is Caron, and I'm an aspiring stand-up comedian. I don't know when the time came that my token response of: "My ideal job is to be a stand-up comedian" changed from a half-hearted joke to a sincere expression. Ever since it has, however, I've fostered the notion that with enough hard work, tenacity, and tear-soaked blowjobs I could actually stand-up on stage and be laughed at.
Making people laugh has always been a priority of mine when I've interacted with others. Right up there with making eye-contact and shifting at awkward angles to conceal my inexplicit erections. I love the satisfaction of making a good joke, and the feeling I get when other people agree that it's good (resulting in a chuckle, laugh, snicker, stifled whimper, etc.).
This blog is here to tell the tales of my successes, failures, and to be a testing ground for my routine(s). Don't laugh at me; not yet, anyway. Wait until I'm on stage, in front of you, like I want to be.
1) Marinate your heart in hydrochloric acid to toughen it up.
ReplyDelete2) Make routines and perform them for groups of friends, once your leathery heart can withstand soul-crushing criticism.
3) Rock on.