Hahaha, I dunno why but I chuckle everytime I see this one. Maybe it's cause I'd leave such a bizzare note myself. Whatever the case, today I need some ha-ha's.
I woke up to an angry stomach, that's 4 outta 5 days of it being pissed off about something. Yesterday it behaved at least but ya. I dunno what's with my stomach it's always been bitchy. I remember fighting with doctors and my mom since I was a teenager whether it was an ulcer or not. I always stood by no, I have no reason for an ulcer. So they scanned my guts an million times in various ways and never found one. No matter how many damn times they looked. Haha, they did that here too me once too. It seems no one quite knows what my stomach is doing and why it's doing it. YaY!
I took care of some important business, hopefully it's enough to keep a stupid bitch outta my life. She's been gone for years, I have no intrest in speaking with her again.
This weekend there's birthday party going on. I feel like I have to go, you know obligated. At the same time though, I really don't want to go. I'm just too low. I don't give a fuck about anything. I don't want to go play miss happy sunshine cakes for hours on end. ICK!
Oh and it seems I have managed to pick up a pyscologist. She isn't going to do all the cool aptitude tests with me which sucks....I really wanted to do that ink blot test!!! Looks fun, I wanna scare them by seeing the wierdest shit possible. Heh, when you've played in the mental health system long enough you have to make your own fun. Instead they've decided I need MORE therapy. FUCK. FOR FUCKS SAKES!!! I already have therapy meetings with an RPN/therapist. Now a fucking pyscologist gets added to the roster? Fan-fucking-tastic. I guess we'll have to wait a few appts to see how this plays out. All I ask for is someone who knows what they're doing and has some sort of humanity left in them. I don't respond well to "cold" people trying to help me.
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