Nurse Practitioner, Trudy
Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Peanut butter? Oatmeal? Chocolate chip? Whatever you want sweety.
Oatmeal chocolate chip would be sweet. It's a particular favorite of mine that I can never find/get. Ah, if wishes were horses.
I also wonder how crazy you need to be to have therapy
See, I think that's the wrong question. I realized (on my own) in junior high school that I needed therapy, especially to deal with the stuff about my father, but when I finally worked up the nerve to approach my mother about it she said, and I quote-from-memory, "That sort of thing stays on your permanent record." WTF? What permanent record? But my mother has always been very wary about things like that. It didn't stop me from enrolling my first semester of college with counseling services, though. But I'm not, well, crazy. Not at all. I was circumspect and realized I was running in circles around issues that would take more than me to resolve. And I knew going it that it would be a long-term process.
Strangely, it's usually alleviated when I go abroad.
Anyway.
Trudes, so far I only recall you and Hec commenting on my magnatism. I keep expecting to walk by the fridge and have all the magnet suddenly jump ship and attack me.
Did I mention I have a new iPod? I am loading songs as I type this! Yay!! doing the happy dance
Oh, C's ice cream cake was an interesting creation and totally sugar loaded. I had less than half a piece before I hit the sugar wall.
Nurse practioner would be my guess, Trudes.
Yeah, when you're in that self-hate place, it's never as easy as being reassured. Because sure, of course they'd say that, and it's because they don't want to hurt my feelings or, more often, they just don't know me well enough, or they'd see what a fucked up loser I am. Awful.
And I am off to drive to the Miami airport. Yay!
I realized (on my own) in junior high school that I needed therapy, especially to deal with the stuff about my father, but when I finally worked up the nerve to approach my mother about it she said, and I quote-from-memory, "That sort of thing stays on your permanent record."
My mom spent a great deal of effort trying to get me into therapy.
Um, it occurs to me that could be taken wrong - I meant in the good way.
Nurse Practitioner! Yes!
I'll look into that too, actually. It has its own merits to be sure.
I'll look into that too, actually. It has its own merits to be sure.
Like getting the nurse outfit for free.
Like getting the nurse outfit for free.
Thus making it easier to trick vampires into thinking you're a robot.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaand its disadvantages