I took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.
This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.
I am not ashamed of it.
I PREFER THIS FACE TO YOUR NORMAL FACE… not trying to be a dick, just letting you know that I love you, Gethard, and you are my Robin Williams. <3
I had been drinking pretty often and decided to dry out for a bit. With the exception of one glass of wine, I drank no alcohol for the 31 days of July. Here’s what I learned…
I went from being speechless to laughing for a solid 5 minutes. This is great.
I found a journal I kept while I was in improv 201 at UCB. The entire entry made me laugh because it made me remember something about myself I tried to forget.
I once considered myself a poet.
the poetry! (I wrote alot of them…not ironically unfortunately) is especially funny to me because I probably thought it was seriously brilliant at the time. No but really….I even wrote that improvisors for generations would be quoting me. cocky motherfucker. Where the hell did I get off?!
Anyway, here’s two untitled (amateur) poems:
Brian Faas**, what a guy
If you’re too real, it’s awkward and we’ll all cry
Got milk? That was a good scene.
Nice callback. Callbacks are good.
Improv is good, improv is fun
I like to dance in the sun
Not too jokey it’s hokey
Not too real, you’ll cry.*
*I, of course, now know, we want all the audiences to cry.
** I have no idea why I named Brian Faas. I took one workshop with him through the diversity program and I promise he is not preaching “keep it real, …but not TOO real.”
I was and am a hack. Lmao.
Amy Poehler (via ucbcomedy)
come on. WHY IS SHE THE COOLEST?!