My bout of depression has been slightly abated by a hot n' tasty McRib sandwich. I'm still in a funk, but at least now I'm full of fake rib meat.
I'm making an appointment with a new therapist next week. My current one seems to just like to throw pills at me, which is not working, and makes me think he's a crank anyway.
I'm making an appointment with a new therapist next week. My current one seems to just like to throw pills at me, which is not working, and makes me think he's a crank anyway.
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Okay. I will attempt to explain the Joey Fatone thing. He's cute. He's a teddybear. I want to hug him. He wears "Boy Bands Suck" tee shirts. He should be my boyfriend. He's genuinely funny. He's hot. Um.
And he is not fat! I will kick people who call him "Fat One," like ha ha NOT!
xo sarah