I went to the plastic surgeon yesterday. It really sounds odd to say or…admit that, but I damn sure did. I want a breast reduction. I don’t want to hear all the bullshit about how awesome big boobs are because they aren’t. Don’t even bother trying to debate me on this issue, because I will win. The appointment didn’t really go as well as I expected.
Apparently I am just big enough to have sloppy boobs, but not big enough to have the insurance company believe I have huge shoulder dents, back pain and shoulder pain. It is a long story. I guess the good news is the doctor thought my boobs were “a perfect canvas”…if I’d like to pay out of pocket. I think I am going to start a Kickstarter program.
The most hysterical part of the appointment was Ike sitting in a chair across the room playing Farmville while I was getting felt up. I am pretty sure he high-fived the doctor at some point too.
I haven’t lost hope yet, but I won’t hear back from the insurance people for 4-6 weeks. It kinda bums me out. I know, I know…boo fucking whoo for me. If this was too much personal information, sorry…I’m not sorry.
We had Owen Temple and Gary Floater come into the studio today and that made me a happy camper. I took some videos of him singing and I will try to post them for y’all as soon as possible.
Other than that, things are pretty much just moving along. I am working on an actual record review. I haven’t done a full-blown one of these in a long time but I can’t wait to share with y’all my detailed thoughts about the new Trishas album.