My sister was kind enough burn her Paul *monster* McKenna CD’s for my perusal, several choices of different things which all in all (I can’t remember them off by heart) are mostly aiming at the same devil inside anyone fat, lacking in confidence or needing that certain something… God knows what. But you know what? I’ll pretty much try anything these days, not that i think this is going to do it on its own, but it was worth a try.
After big brother had been closed down in the 4OD browser, I decided to pop the CD into the computer. I laid back on the bed, ready and waiting for Paul McKenna to crawl on in… If I could but explain the droan of voice, so much so that half of the time I couldn’t understand him, then when the devil took over and he started speaking in tongues, I laughed my head off. I text Weezy and professed to wanting to kill Paul… I’m not sure how long I can stomach his voice more than anything. maybe that’s how he gets people to stop eating, his voice drills so deep into the person that they feel like vomiting when he stops…. So no longer getting that urge to eat!
Anyway, I listened until the end of the CD, text Weezy a few more times and then dozed off probably through boredom. I dreamt of fish and chips….
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