nice things
DAN IS THE MOST WONDERFUL HUSBAND IN THE WORLD AND I LOVE HIM!!!!!
just, you know, fyi.
i don't say enough nice things on this blog. I thought that getting an actual therapist might help with that, so that i could say all my mean things in private, but unfortunately it didn't. She only pissed me off more, accusing me of not listening to my body and working out too much, when i should be like watching my breathing and saying OM and crap. I'm sorry lady, we can't all be fat lazy hippies.
Dan says that i've spent so much of my life in therapy i should be able to give MYSELF therapy sessions. Unfortunately, i am ALREADY boored of hearing myself think... why would i want to hear myself talk? Outloud? To no-one? Sounds Queer.
PS: Sounds Queer should be the name of a new-wave boy band. You know, if we ever get a new new-wave