Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Posters of me @ the NewLife Expo, advertising my course, "Becoming the Hero of Your Own Life: 10 Steps to Reinvention" (Friday, June 10, 2011 @ 6pm at the New Yorker Hotel)...! My inner 8 yr old is giggling maniacally. (This is the same 8 yr old whom my parents, Mr. & Mrs. Zimmerman, asked if she wanted a sibling. I answered, "No. I'll eat it." I was "probably" joking. Probably. Listen. Don't feel bad for my parents: who the hell ASKS a kid anything?Also, I had been an only child for 8 years by then: I didn't know from sharing! I thought sharing was for poor people. I still feel that sharing is one of those over-rated virtues: like monogamy or waiting till 5pm to have a cocktail. Also, Your Honor: they never got me a pony. For years, they would lead up to it and then on Christmas Day...no pony. (wah-wah) And every year my father would say, I swear, "Well, I guess you weren't very good this year." (*shifty eyes*) Good?! What the hell does that have to do with anything? No, no, I'm not still bitter, not even a little bit, why do you ask?