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Johnny Depp

Let the games begin!

 A friend and I have decided to test some behavior mod theories and see which one works best.

She will do cognitive restructuring . . . I will snap myself with a rubber band.  Our goal?  To fall out of love.  The start date? Today.  The prize? A pizza trophy and a clean heart.

Shit, I just had to snap myself.  Honestly, I'm really doubtful that snapping myself with a rubber band every time I think about a particular guy is going to work.  However, it's for the sake of science and the general advancement of humankind!

My friend said, "Oh, it's kind of sad."

I said, "Why?"

She said, "Well besides the fact that I don't think he's the right guy for you, you've had this crush for so long . . . it would be like ______ no longer having a crush on Johnny Depp."

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