I could feel it, my new comedic voice bubbling up from old premises. She’s Lucille Ball, a little Jane Russel, with some Karen Walker mixed in. She’s the Mary AND the Rhoda.
How do 9-5ers make friends? Kickboxing classes? I am starting to chat with comics I like, but I have a complicated relationship with that.
Because it’s not about the noodles. It’s about the girl eating the noodles.
I may be on a mattress on the floor, but I’m looking up at the stars.