I love David Cross. I just got my &*#@! #$%*! Ipod to FINALLY work after having it not "sync" my music library for the past three days, and I have loaded two Cd's worth of Cross humor to keep me smiling as the subway crowds become sweatier and more crowd-y. He is supposedly dating some young actress chick named Amber Tamblyn, and I suppose, were I able to, I'd date a 23-year-old hottie when I'm 43. Despite this, I just want to drink beers with him and have his bitter observational humor wash o'er me like a dark shower. I need much more humor and inspiration in my life if I am going to escape this day-job monotony that is slowly eating my soul and creating a pod person who only lives to work, eat, drink and sleep. My job is fine, my bosses treat me well, the pay is just enough to keep me barely alive in Manhattan...but I am a shell of my former wacky self. I feel old, fat, and completely unfunny. I cringe when I am introduced as a "comic" because I feel as if people are saying to themselves "Huh. she's not the least bit funny as we sit here. How in God's green Earth does she call herself a comedian??" I feel like a fraud. David, help me.
