they laughed at me.

i realize im setting myself up to be that kid with the weird stories.

"crayon got locked into the bathroom FOR TWENTY MINUTES!"

"crayon got attacked BY A REGULAR BIRD!"

it'd have been a good story if it had been a hawk or eagle or owl or something that had attacked me.

even an ostrich, emu, penguin.

but no. it was nothing more than a pigeon.

"crayon once turned the dryer on with THE CAT IN IT!"

which can be explained. i didnt know the cat was in it.

he used to get in the dryer after it was done, because it was warm and comfortable and you cant really blame him.

but notice how i said used to.

hes never gotten in it since.

and im creating stories with them, too.

i'll walk out of a room and they'll be telling about the time i said this or did that, and laughter will follow me around the corner.

i think, though, what makes everything so funny is that i am somber about how i go about.

i dont do silly much. i can seem damn serious, even when im not. and a lot of times its as if im not even thinking about what im doing.

i just do it.

and people enjoy that.