Detrimental Entanglement

I Hate Art

That is actually a total lie.

I was talking to my shrink yesterday about 'Patient Confidentiality', and I had a question:

Val: So if I tell you about my intense drug addiction, you can't tell my parents without my consent, right?
Dr. Guy: Yes.
Val: But if you tell me something personal, like how you sit in your tin shed and play gameboy, I can tell your doctor friends.
Dr. Guy: You assume I have friends, but yes, you can do anything you want.
Val: Sweet.
Dr. Guy: Which is why thus far, I have told you nothing but lies.

It's like I met my 32-year-old twin.

My weekend was alright.
On Friday, I can't actually remember what I did, so I'm going to make something up.
On Friday, I had the most amazing day of my life. I talked to Matt Coleman one-on-one, and he agreed that I do indeed love Westview more than he does.
Then, some random news anchor called me to notify my family that Mississippi spontaneously combusted.

And then we celebrated.

I lost the intiative to finish this post.

Ugh.

Pi

7:20 PM - Tuesday, February 21, 2006 - post comment

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