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I just lost my own journal entry. I must be frazzled today. Between packing and getting ready and being excited that my book came out, I've been like a goose with its head cut off. Why not a chicken? Because that's so cliche.
I promise not to mention my phobia once again except to say I'm glad Carson and I arranged things to where we won't be flying on Halloween. That's just a little too creepy for my delicate sensitivies. Did I say delicate? I meant my macho manly issues. It might have been fun to fly on Halloween, I'll admit. We could have gone trick-or-treating. March right up to the cockpit, knock, slur the words "trick-or-treat", be brought in by New Zealand security when the plane landed...good times, good times.
We're leaving tomorrow morning but not for New Zealand. We broke the flight in half. So tomorrow it's LA, spend the night, then the day after tomorrow it's to New Zealand. I'm excited, really. It should be a blast. I'll have to bear Carson speaking in a faux accent for days on end but that's not entirely a bad thing. In a few days I may be cursing my own words, but for now, I'll say that him speaking that way will be cute.
I hope all of you rushed out early in the morning to buy my book. It's called Beautified for those of you not in the know. Buy it, read it, love it, make me lots of money, thank you. I'll even throw in a suggestion for you to buy Carson's book when you buy mine, if you don't own his already. His is called Off The Cuff. Even Amazon.com suggests that you should buy our books together. See! They know it's a smart move.
I can't believe I was just such a pimp. As long as I'm not a literal one, it's all good. I don't think Carson would survive seeing me in pimp fashion.
I promise not to mention my phobia once again except to say I'm glad Carson and I arranged things to where we won't be flying on Halloween. That's just a little too creepy for my delicate sensitivies. Did I say delicate? I meant my macho manly issues. It might have been fun to fly on Halloween, I'll admit. We could have gone trick-or-treating. March right up to the cockpit, knock, slur the words "trick-or-treat", be brought in by New Zealand security when the plane landed...good times, good times.
We're leaving tomorrow morning but not for New Zealand. We broke the flight in half. So tomorrow it's LA, spend the night, then the day after tomorrow it's to New Zealand. I'm excited, really. It should be a blast. I'll have to bear Carson speaking in a faux accent for days on end but that's not entirely a bad thing. In a few days I may be cursing my own words, but for now, I'll say that him speaking that way will be cute.
I hope all of you rushed out early in the morning to buy my book. It's called Beautified for those of you not in the know. Buy it, read it, love it, make me lots of money, thank you. I'll even throw in a suggestion for you to buy Carson's book when you buy mine, if you don't own his already. His is called Off The Cuff. Even Amazon.com suggests that you should buy our books together. See! They know it's a smart move.
I can't believe I was just such a pimp. As long as I'm not a literal one, it's all good. I don't think Carson would survive seeing me in pimp fashion.