Poem-The Stale Air: My therapist gets on my last nerves

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

My therapist gets on my last nerves

My therapist can be a real bitch. I can't talk to her. I come into her office and she says that I don't look like I usually do. She said my hair was all messed up. Well, therapist, if you haven't noticed we are located right near the beach and it is extremely windy outside and also it is humid out... Sign in to see full entry.

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