...Bitch authors,
I'm more than halfway through your book, and you have successfully disgusted me. Though I hate wasting food, the ham in my fridge is probably going into the trash, knowing a) what Miss Piggy went through to land on my plate and b) what the lovely stuff is probably doing to my body. Thank goodness there were only a couple of slices left.
For the next couple of weeks, I'm trying out the vegan lifestyle you recommend (sort of...I'll be in Galveston on Sunday and at the mercy of whatever is served at the Willie T center). Please, control yourself and don't take all the credit. I was already on this track long before I read your book. You just pushed me further over the edge than I ever expected to go.
I will tell you this: There are cookies in the kitchen at my office. I realize that I should listen to you (being skinny and all) and be absolutely repulsed at the idea of consuming those sugar-filled, artery-clogging, fat-depositing goodies. However, I am not. They look divine, and I hate you. Around three o'clock, when I am eating an orange and NOT a chocolate chip cookie, I will be snarling at you and muttering curse words under my breath.
Much love,
Carolyn
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