They are called: Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea and My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One Night Stands.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’m way more likely to read either of those than Oscar Wao, which I bought at Costco over a week ago and has been sitting untouched on my kitchen counter ever since.
UPDATE: Just read an excerpt on Amazon and it was really truly awful. Disappointments.
And some guy is hypnotizing the audience so they remember previous incarnations of themselves. Despite being an atheist, I have kind of a gut level belief in past lives and I’m definitely into alternative treatments for craziness. However, this is total bullshit.
The dude hypnotized the audience so that they could recount their past lives and everyone was basically going around riding unicorns a hundred years ago. A Black woman said she was a white nun, and an uptight white woman claimed she was a Native American who got murdered. If someone was a secretary who died in a diabetic coma, I’d be a lot more inclined to believe this whole thing.
I still totally want to do it though, but I doubt my shady ass health insurance covers hypnosis. I don’t even get prescriptions.
Oh hey, guys. Yeah, that’s just seventeen-year-old me PRACTICALLY HUGGING MOTHERFUCKING STEPHANIE PRATT.
Watch for me on The Hillz next season. Probably not wearing that satin jacket though. (WTF, seventeen-year-old me?)