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| 2005-06-07 | A Scary Yesterday |
Yesterday Russell had really had enough of me. We sort of irritated each other and were huffy and when he called later and just wanted to forget about it, I didn't. I pushed and ranted. So he decided to hell with me and wanted to bag up my stuff and drive my car over (it was parked near his place. Not like, AT his place, just on a street near his place. So, just a move to make my life hellish.)
15 minutes later he didn't really want to do that anymore.
Ever watch Starting Over? It's rife for mockery, except that I am SUCH Starting Over material that the producers will probably catch my scent in the breeze and kick my door in any day now. Is it terrible to derive actual therapy from a tv show? Because, I can't afford real therapy. And I'm a slave to the SO house.
Part of going home and leaving my band and apartment (ack!) is so that I can get a good job (which is, mostly lined up. And I should be effing grateful for that instead of just allowing a wave of fear to wash over whenever it gets to close to reality) and get into therapy. Because, this (albeit often overwraught) teevee show is pointing a few things out to me.
I would be terrified of Iyanla Vanzant if she ever shoved me into her bosom in real life, but I actually like her voice in my head. Oh yes, it's a sign of insanity. So?