I’m not normally judgmental about what other people read, but the woman I’m filling in for at my temp job gets the Sylvia Browne newsletter emailed to her from Barnes and Noble.
Sylvia Browne? Gak.
I’ve read one of her books…recommended to me by someone I worked with back at the evil nonprofit…dealing with death, etc. It was awful. Sylvia Browne is either a hack, off her rocker, or completely high.
In other news, I tore some skin off my upper lip eating a popsicle last night. Go ahead, laugh. I would, if it didn’t freaking hurt so much.
Is she that psychic who always shows up on Montell?
(No, I don’t watch it…the promos run during another show…really)
I love Sylvia Browne. I wrote a blog entry about her once and can’t find it. How can anyone who has corn chips for fingernails be a fraud?
Hey, a colleague of mine once broke a bone eating a burrito. (Long story the particulars of which I can’t remember.) So I’ll believe any food-related injury.
-Dave Wheeler