Wednesday, March 01, 2006

I love when my shrink curses. Her sweet gentle voice of understanding and compassion periodically delivers these choice phrases that completely distract me from the task at hand. What am I… five? How juvenile is that? But how can I sink deeply into the recesses of my twisted mind when my therapist keeps saying things like, “Dearheart, you have to honor your spirit. Anything else is a total mind fuck!”

That'll be $125.00 please.


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