Have you ever been talking to someone that describes their
emotional dynamics like they've memorized shit their therapist
told them or they recite somethig that sounds like it came from
Chicken Soup for the Chemically Imbalanced? I was just talking
to a female friend of mine who kept saying stuff like, " I need
to know ME. Who I am, what I want..." and " I want the people
I meet to be like chapters in the book of my life.". I mean, I
believe in introspection and developing a understanding of one's
self, but to see some jackass talk about it like they were reading
Self-depth for Dummies makes me sick.
Okay, that said, it's really cold down here. I can only get
online at work; which is a really, really, really cold warehouse
in which I roast coffee. So I must suffer to be online, albeit
I am getting paid for "working".
I just must say two things that make me happy: the book
"Confederacy of Dunces" and the Beach Boys album "Pet
Sounds". Even on a cold winter day Sloop John B makes
me wiggle with warmth.
I have this shirt that says "I'm looking for a Japanese
girlfriend" in Japanese, but I can't seem to wear it on the
days I run into cute Japanese girls. In fact, the only person
who's commented on it was a slightly overweight Japanese
guy who thought it was pretty funny. Nice, but not what
I was shootin' for.
And to prove I am a complete dork, I actually paid one
american dollar to download a cell phone screensaver of
Star Trek Next Generation's Ensign Ro ( I had a crush on
her in college) for 3 months. And I'm proud of it.
emotional dynamics like they've memorized shit their therapist
told them or they recite somethig that sounds like it came from
Chicken Soup for the Chemically Imbalanced? I was just talking
to a female friend of mine who kept saying stuff like, " I need
to know ME. Who I am, what I want..." and " I want the people
I meet to be like chapters in the book of my life.". I mean, I
believe in introspection and developing a understanding of one's
self, but to see some jackass talk about it like they were reading
Self-depth for Dummies makes me sick.
Okay, that said, it's really cold down here. I can only get
online at work; which is a really, really, really cold warehouse
in which I roast coffee. So I must suffer to be online, albeit
I am getting paid for "working".
I just must say two things that make me happy: the book
"Confederacy of Dunces" and the Beach Boys album "Pet
Sounds". Even on a cold winter day Sloop John B makes
me wiggle with warmth.
I have this shirt that says "I'm looking for a Japanese
girlfriend" in Japanese, but I can't seem to wear it on the
days I run into cute Japanese girls. In fact, the only person
who's commented on it was a slightly overweight Japanese
guy who thought it was pretty funny. Nice, but not what
I was shootin' for.
And to prove I am a complete dork, I actually paid one
american dollar to download a cell phone screensaver of
Star Trek Next Generation's Ensign Ro ( I had a crush on
her in college) for 3 months. And I'm proud of it.
girlblue:
You geeeeeeeeeeek!
hellkitten:
I sure hope I never spit phrases like that out when I become a therapist. Oi!