lilgirliebitch

Ok, so I have decided I really don't like that head doctor. He totally ignored a few of the thing things I said that weren't TOTALLY on topic. I remarked that it was nice to see an office without a computer in it for once and he just looked right into my eyes and asked another unrelated question. I then remarked that all of the paintings in his office were related in their layout and he asked if I had coughed up blood in the past year. "All of the painting's in your office have a street going back and to the right lined with trees. Was that intentional on your part?" "Have you coughed up blood in the past year." No pause at all. That doctor is no more to treat me like a damn headcase, I stay with him long enough and I'll start thinking that only I can hear me when I talk. He did of course renew my happy pills so he had that ONE redeeming quality. He wasn't in any hurry to listen to me getting off said pills though, so strike that.
In other news; Dylan is off at Pratt doing some intense summer art internship thinger and Colin came back a week early from Croatia because he missed his girlfriend. My mother is selling her house so she can move...a block over. I can't wait to do all this work for nothing. She wants me to come pack my room up this week. She forgets I already packed half of it the night she tried to throw me out for smoking pot on the back porch with Dylan over a year ago. Hah. She also wants me to deal with the cats. "Deal with," means find them new homes. My poor babies. She isn't going to throw them out.
On the subject of cats. I no long have that one cat. I finally took it to animal control. I spent almost 6 months trying to find it a home but it bit me three times in one day and I got fucking fed up with it. Jessica's apartment sans cat...is so nice. Now all I need is a job. Someone pay me to do something. Kthx.