"There is the mud, and there is the lotus that grows out of the mud. We need the mud in order to make the lotus," Thich Nhat Hanh.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Demented Humor Time

 If we're not laughing, we're crying, right?

I submit to you three blurbs in the Demented Humor Zone that happened this week:

One of the best things about my bf Justin2 is that he makes me laugh even if I don't feel like it.  Here we are chatting after he told me about a friend's possible pregnancy:


Justin2: are you really crying?
Sonja: yes
Justin2: why
Sonja: i don't take pregnancy announcements well
Justin2: i think we need to smother you in them so you become numb about the topic
Sonja: not gonna ever happen
Justin2: and put dolls all around you.  you can rip the heads off
Sonja: i did that as a kid
Justin2: and drink hot coco from them
Sonja: meh
...
Sonja: there i'm better now
Sonja: out of my system
Justin2: like a fart?
Sonja: not quite
Sonja: but close
Sonja: it's not a warm fuzzy feeling
Justin2: but farting is?
Sonja: yes
Justin2: creepy
Sonja: hearing a pregnancy announcement is like having my heart ripped out and stepped on and stabbed and thrown into a black hole
Sonja: i'd much rather fart
Justin2: ok
Justin2: fart away
Sonja: lol
Justin2: just dont shit yourself
...
Sonja: hysterectomies never happen in disney movies, this shit is NOT supposed to happen
Justin2: what?
Justin2: It was in the extended cut of aladin
Sonja: oh yeah?
Justin2: and cinderella
Justin2: and the little mermaid
Justin2: but they ended up making her in to tuna
Sonja: LOL
Justin2: under the sea
Sonja: lol

                                        

Then, the other day my friend Jenny and I were really being silly about endo, pain, and sex, go read about it here.

                                        

Yesterday, my friend Sara and I were chatting on how we needed a vacation, but I pointed out that neither of us are working so it's not possible at the moment, and she replies, "We need a vacation from not being able to work!"

                                        

Today I texted my dad that he paid for the cheapest boob job ever by buying my new birth control pill pack.  He responded, "Just what a father wants to hear!  Do I call you the big boob now?"

"You can call me Boob if you want to."

Then we got into a discussion about What About Bob?