Okay, I'm no diva (since I gave up after a couple attempts), but it is almost diva-time, if you know what I'm saying, and I think that you do. And, this guy (i.e. me) is starting to get crompy. Also, I'm trying to decrease my cigarette intake (only one so far today), and that is also one of the ingredients in the recipe for crompiness. I found this guy on the internets, and it sounds like he can pretty much hypnotize you to do anything, or to NOT do anything, as the case may be. I'm waiting to hear back from his office about rates and such. Maybe it'll be covered by insurance, he'll have an opening for tomorrow, and he will cure all that ails me, and all my dreams will magically come true!
I'm--I mean, my uterus--is craving frozen yogurt. And, some searches on the internets and calls to various spots, I've found that the Mrs. Fields shop in the Ross Park Mall has a TCBY fro-yo machine. Which is unadvertised, and comprises approximately 10% of their business (I spoke to someone chatty). It's not exactly what I want, because I want some plain, super-tangy fro-yo, but this may be the best I'm going to get until I get a new ice cream machine or Pinkberry comes to the 'Burgh. I'm choosing to blame Luke Ravenstahl that Pinkberry isn't here. You may say it's not his fault, but I say, can you prove it beyond a reasonable doubt?
Monday, January 14, 2008
work is no place for a diva on a monday
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i do not envy you. my uterus was such a cranky bitch this weekend. she demanded ramen and cinnamon gumdrops. truly a disgusting combo, but what was a nowlze to do?
it also convinced me to make a blueberry crumble and eat nearly the entire thing. sigh.
dude! did you notice that the hypnotist's motto is "live great in 0-8!"??!! it's a sign!!
YES! I meant to mention that. I think it's a sign from the babyjesus.
it tends to be the responsibility of the one making the initial argument to carry the burden of proof, but i say that we put it on luke's shoulders. down with luke, and yay! for ehrrin.
give your uterus my regrets.
Every time I think about hypnotherapy I think about that scene in Office Space where the hypnotherapist keels over....this one looks like he's in a lot better shape than that, in fact I think he may be made out of plastic...
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