I figured it out. I have the sense of humor of a chubby, middle-aged, white-collar male. It's true. And that is why few people readily accept my humor as it comes out of my mouth: a chubby, twenty-something, poor college female. I can't think of a way to describe it, a way to prove my point, but it's true. Believe me. I'll think of an example, or better yet, probably live an example today while trying to be funny around strangers. They'll give me pity laughs and awkward looks before changing the subject. Ha ha, I love it. And then, when people choose to stick around me, I know they'll be a true friend. So, in conclusion, having the humor of my physical and socio-economic antithesis is greatly beneficial to my emotional and social well-being.
Oh, did I tell you I went to Seattle? I love that city.
Mini-doughnuts are da best. (And Stevie is too.)
Washington (Puget Sound) Beaches: Rocks, seaweed, driftwood, shells and small waves. Gotta love it.