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Thursday, October 30, 2003![]() So, I got dumped by my therapist today. That was kind of a bummer. She said I'm not crazy enough to need professional counseling. Apparently insurance companies don't like to pay for help if you're not really, really psychotic. I guess I'd have to dress my dog up as a fucking jack-o-lantern for Halloween or something to be worthy of therapy. That's ok. I think I'll just start ranting to homeless people when they ask me for money. It's kind of the same principle right? I hand them money, then start bitching? I like it. They want my money, they hear my problems for a change. |
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