Goodbye, Oklahoma and F*** You, John Roy OR I Leave this State as Obnoxiously as I Lived in It
[Editor’s Note: Leah’s last performance before she moves to Los Angeles will be held...
Author Archives: Leah Kayajanian
Leah Kayajanian: At War with The Universe, OR Detective Drunk Doesn’t Solve the Case of the Missing iPhone
It’s 11:30 a.m. I’m halfway through my five-mile run, heading South on Berry on...
Leah Kayajanian: What Happens in Vegas, OR I Trade My Expensive Phone for a Cheap Laugh about a Butthole
I’m in the bathroom of the boys’ hotel room, fully clothed and crumpled in...
Leah Kayajanian: The Thrills of Tempting Fate, OR I Almost Go to Jail and Learn Nothing from the Experience
It’s St. Paddy’s Day. No, actually, it’s one a.m. the morning after St. Paddy’s...
Leah Kayajanian: The Ways that I’m Crazy, OR My Heart Is a Pulsing Bag of Idiot and My Brain Is an Asshole
I wake up at 7:30. I’m tangled in a sheet, and I have a...
Talking Over All the Noise, OR I Have A Jaded Sense of Humor and Blame It on My Dad
I’ve heard the story a million times. Dad is driving my brother and I...
On the Road Part Five: I Eat a Dick at Zanies in Chicago, but Get by with a Little Help from My Friends
I met Kevin Bozeman, a comic friend of mine, when we were both in...