My Favorite Part Of Therapy…. The Madness
My Favorite Part Of Therapy…. The Madness. Also I really liked the mints that the therapist kept at her desk. I would wait till she wasn’t looking and cram as many of them into my noise hole as would fit. Then I would stare dead eyed at my Ex-wife, daring her to say anything. Possibly it could have been behavior like this that lead to my eventual divorce….. Or I could have rewritten history in my own head to make me blameless. I like that answer. I’m going with that one.
Also I think the rampant mint theft and the subsequent prescription for Prozac were the only really good thing to come out of that experience. Oh sweet Prozac, how I love you so. Let’s never be apart! The powers that be should pump you into the water supply and solve so many of life’s problems.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I’m ready to take my relationship with Prozac to the next level. ….Will…. will you marry me, Prozac?
Gleeeeeee! I’m so happy
Thankfully this shouldn’t be a problem being married to my wife and also married to Prozac. I live in Utah, we’re pretty cool with the multiple wives thing.
It is now 1:30 in the morning. The more tired I become the weirder I write. I shall now go to sleep and save what’s left of my shattered dignity.
Pancakes! That is all.