More therapy
Published by Becky S July 20th, 2004 in uncategorizedEm, the expletive-spewing neighborhood art teacher and amateur cognitive therapist, is in Italy for two weeks.
In her absence, I decided to seek therapy from J the Obscure, soulless office park receptionist extraordinaire. Her advice comes straight from the mouth of her 96-year-old, chain-smoking, South Philly Italian grandmother:
Fuck ‘em all except for six—you’ll need pallbearers.No Tags
Fuck ‘em all. I decided on cremation years ago.
Thanks for making me blow a mouthful of chocolate milkshake out my nose. Now I’ve got to contend with the impending brain-freeze.
She’s too shy to post a comment, but J the Obscure is happy to be a brain-freeze participant.
no really–i’m with poor mark
could we PLEASE get a beverage spew warning??
PLEASE
i tell you what–i’ll make the DAMN button if you’ll just WARN PEOPLE!
i cannot have sticky keys on SATURDAY!
The author of this weblog is not responsible for any beverage spewing, sticky keys, or brain-freeze that may result from browsing the internet.
Seriously, though, Dana is blogging for 24 hours straight this weekend! It’s part of project blog, and her effort will raise money for the Young Survival Coalition, an organization that supports and educates young breast cancer survivors.
Wish that disclaimer had been on the post side of the blog and not the comments! Because, I, too, fell victim to the beverage spewing syndrome (mountain dew out the nose) apparently caused by the wisdom of italian, old ladies.
Great post.