I was right. My friend Kate confirmed that I don’t sound like myself in video, her exact words were “Not just elf. Elf on crack.” And my sister’s sentiment: “BTW, the video blogs freak me out.” Yes, it’s nice to be loved.
Keep in mind as I document this cleansing thing:
- I’m using Kenza’s toy video camera – it has no lighting, zooming, tripod or focusing features. It’s a toy and it is what it is. Just know in real life my eyebrows are perfectly trimmed and I have a deep, sexy voice.
- I have no video editing software, so if I say “ummm” a hundred times or pick my nose, so be it. I’ll try not to wipe on the camera. Sadly, I see no real video camera in my near future.
- All of my clothing is rated G and I never wear t-shirts with profanity written on them.
I keep asking myself why I am doing this . . . because the thought of not having solid food in my mouth for ten days is quite painful. Have I mentioned in the past how much I love food? And chewing. But it’s gotten to the point where my skin feels like it is stretched to the max and is going to explode. Not a pretty picture. Anyhow, all I have left to do is get the laxative tea and purified water. Tune in tomorrow for the gory details.
I call New Year’s Eve “amateur party night.” People go out and have no clue what their alcohol tolerance is, drink way too much and die. And since I drink everyday, I’m a qualified a professional. And since I no longer need practice, I’ll be at home and
passed out asleep by 10PM.
Be safe out there. Happy New Year.