Wednesday, October 15, 2008

I shall call him Gunther and he shall be mine and he shall be my Gunther. Come on, Gunther. Come on, little Gunther… Ow. Bad Gunther, bad Gunther!

This may be the most depressing thing I’ve ever read, or rather the fact that I am a [less than] proud owner of one is depressing.

I toyed with the idea of repeating the word silently to myself as a deterrent every time I wanted to eat something I shouldn’t, but I think that might make me want to kill myself. So instead I will name it and repeat that name to myself as a slightly gentler reminder. Starting tomorrow. Today I need chocolate.

1 comment:

Maggie May said...

i am laughing so hard inside that my liver mixed up with my kidney