Thursday, December 27, 2007

Head Shrinkage

So, my therapist is nice. I guess. I dunno, didn't really get to talk to her because SOMEONE sat and talked about how she felt oh-so-betrayed by me and was sad and felt that I couldn't talk to her for some reason but she's trying oh-so-very hard to make herself open for talking.

Fucking funniest thing I've ever heard in my life.

What's also funny is that the therapist lady (same name as me-whudda thunk?) thinks that he didn't do anything wrong, other than I'm widdle.
Haha.
ha.
HAHAHA.
Fuck.
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Okay, but really.

--Pros--
She's a woman, thank god.
She hasn't asked me if I was raped
Didn't ask if I was molested as a young kid (did ask if I had been hit though.)
Didn't laugh when she wasn't supposed to
Politly giggled at my jokes
Didn't touch me
Thinks my mom is a little wacko.
Is really an honest-to-got therapist. Not some wackolesbonutjobnamedjuiliawhothoughtiwasadrunk. *cough*
Was blunt about things that needed to be put bluntly

--Cons--
Her office smells. lol. but it could have been the person previous to us, since it didn't seem like the odor was being emitted from her.
Her secretary used to work with me and in front of miss secretary, she loudly stated that I needed to go get tested for STDs. Thank you. So Much. GRAWR
She's fairly pretty. Oh well.

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