The pursuit of comedy is not like the pursuit of happiness.
Imagine the exact opposite.
Ok. So imagine what you perceive to be happy. Like what you see in the movies. That bullshit, right?
Suffocate that, slowly... and not in an (hot) autoerotique asphyxiation sort of way. Like, Wal*Mart belt that comes attached to your $12.95 sun dress. It's a failure waiting to happen.
Literally imagine everything that you care about falling apart, because you're self-sabotaging yourself. Just shit on everything, whether metaphorically or literally. Actually, literally. That's basically the equivalent.
Actually though, I'm not doing that. I kinda got my shit together lately, got a grown up job and moved in with a great guy.
So... um... I have nothing to write about