I am a recovering Oprah Stalker. Not as in I drive to her house and go all “I love you Paula Abdul” on her, but more like “Can you pleasehavemeon-theshowillmakeup-somethingandbeyourbff-foreverandpullyour-tissuesout-ofthetrashandputthe-minmypocket-forgoodluck” kinda stalker.

I have, no lie, written Oprah probably 47 times in the past 5 years.  She probably has a “Trisha” file. She has an opening for a show about recovering marijuana addicts? I’m applying. No, I have never even smoked marijuana, but I may have known someone that did. Maybe she wants someone who knows about reusable menstrual pads? Hey, I did a blog on that once. I’m an expert.

I have sent in my business, my product, my show suggestions, I have requested TICKETS (and still haven’t gotten any of those either, what do you have to be a celebrity?) and then one day I said…ok, Oprah, I get it.

So I let Oprah go. Sniff. No more Oprah letters. No more Oprah emails.  No more Oprah Dreams.

Then I met Anissa. Who is totally kick ass and is my BlogHer Buddy. And SHE has been on Oprah. Which makes me like 9th friend removed from Oprah. I can live with that.

I thought I was recovered till today……..I catch wind on O magazine wanting something about a blog. Who knows. I actually don’t know what they wanted. I skimmed. Then I submitted to write a blog for O  Magazine.

Well.

Its not like she cant just say no.

Or Nothing at all.

Like she usually does.

~Trisha