he points out to me that I'm just doing it to avoid talking about the actual issues.

Huh. That's interesting.

My therapist knows I'm avoiding issues when I start joking about her not knowing what a corndog is.

Those G-D therapists and their actual POINTS.

(Mine says this, too.)

Yeah yeah yeah, those darn shrinks and their darn "insights". They say it so much it sounds almost, you know, TAPED! HAH!

Nice Boy, btw, has a very very cute ass.

I found this out at my Birthday party when I was all drunk and grabby and we were dancing together. You'd THINK that copping a feel during Unchained Melody would be tricky, but somehow I managed.

The following is a sample tape from a therapists head

Why do you think you feel that way? How does that make you feel? Why do you think you feel that way? How does that make you feel? Ahhhh..now we're getting somewhere. Where do you think that reaction comes from? Show me how you felt when that happened. How does that make you feel? Give me $200.

I'm leaving work.

Hitting the grocery store.

Picking up the girl.

Then GOING TO THE GAME.

No One Will Ever Love Me For Me, I'm Too Fat To Ever Be Considered Attractive, and I Wasted My Twenties And I'm A Failure !

Add "And My Thirties" and yes...that's mine

Add "And My Forties" to mine.

God, tapes . . . Would My Life Be Better If I Hadn't Married Him?, If You Were A Real Writer You'd Be Published, When Your Family Discusses You They Say 'Oh, That's Right, There Is Someone Else We're Related To', and, number one, You're 46, When Are You Going To Take The Fact You're Getting Older More Seriously?

Tom has met Nice Boy.

(I assume Tom has no opinion on his ass)

This one of my most favorite songs from Dr Demento:

Everything reminds me of my therapist. My checkbook reminds me of my therapist. Kleenex reminds me of my therapist. People yawning remind me of my therapist. And you remind me of my therapist but you don’t cost a thing.

People nodding reminds me of my therapist specially when I’m rambling on and on not making a whole lot of sense about things that are totally unrelated but she seems to make sense out of them. Clocks and watches remind me of my therapist the way her eyes dart back and forth between me and the time. Pillows remind me of my therapist specially when I beat them up. Empty chairs remind me of my therapist specially when I talk to them. And you remind me of my therapist but you don’t cost a thing.

Sometimes when I am in the chair and she begins to stare I wonder if she likes me or not. But I know if I asked her she would turn it around and say why is it important for you to know? I’d say I really don’t know why I want to know it’s just something I was wondering about. But the real question is. The one that I can’t ask her. If you weren’t my therapist- would you be my friend? Or do you have to like me because I pay you?

Laughter reminds me of my therapist. My childhood reminds me of my therapist. My therapist reminds me of my childhood- thanks a lot. My dog reminds me of my therapist the way she cocks her head and listens without any judgments at all. Do I remind you of a therapist? Why do I remind you of a therapist? I hear you saying that I remind you of a therapist. Is it my calm demeanor that reminds you of a therapist? Unanswered questions remind me of my therapist. If you remind me of my therapist we’ll probably get along.

You people are sooooooooooo slacking. I WILL talk about the boy more, see if I won't! Ask Debet and Cassie, this can go on and on and on...

He has ten siblings. Some half, some adopted, some he grew up with, some not...