welcome to the noble house of Jeremy
Today
I spent an hour arguing with my psychiatrist.
he is an... insufferable, intolerable, creepy, slimy, bastard of a man.
fucker.
he talks to me like i'm a child.
not only that, but a CRAZY child.
Like i'm stupid, like I dont understand.
I'm like... dude. Just because I dont agree with everything you say, and swallow all the pills you shove down my throat, and jump for motherfucking joy when you stick me with another label... does NOT mean I cannot comprehend the "vast" subjects which you are trying to convince me are facts when they are THEORIES.
The man is INFURIATING.
-cough-
on a MUCH HAPPIER NOTE....
I went to the pet store with the $19.95 from my brother.
I bought the smallest, cheapest fishbowl. and the smallest thing of goldfish food. and the smallest thing of... stuff you need to not kill the fish with tap water.... and then... THE LAST GOLDFISH.
They only had one. they said they were getting a more 'popular' type of goldfish on september 1st, because nobody on the planet was buying this one.
But I think he's fucking amazing.
he's beautiful. and fantastic. and brilliant and I already am in fucking love with this fish.
His name is London.
and he's my bestest of friends.
oh, also
he TWITCHES.
I asked the person at the store if he was sick or something, and she said he's just always been like that, but there isnt anything actually wrong with him.
however, people beleive that there is, so that's why he was the last of the few they had in stock.
I love him. He's fucking perfect.
I spent an hour arguing with my psychiatrist.
he is an... insufferable, intolerable, creepy, slimy, bastard of a man.
fucker.
he talks to me like i'm a child.
not only that, but a CRAZY child.
Like i'm stupid, like I dont understand.
I'm like... dude. Just because I dont agree with everything you say, and swallow all the pills you shove down my throat, and jump for motherfucking joy when you stick me with another label... does NOT mean I cannot comprehend the "vast" subjects which you are trying to convince me are facts when they are THEORIES.
The man is INFURIATING.
-cough-
on a MUCH HAPPIER NOTE....
I went to the pet store with the $19.95 from my brother.
I bought the smallest, cheapest fishbowl. and the smallest thing of goldfish food. and the smallest thing of... stuff you need to not kill the fish with tap water.... and then... THE LAST GOLDFISH.
They only had one. they said they were getting a more 'popular' type of goldfish on september 1st, because nobody on the planet was buying this one.
But I think he's fucking amazing.
he's beautiful. and fantastic. and brilliant and I already am in fucking love with this fish.
His name is London.
and he's my bestest of friends.
oh, also
he TWITCHES.
I asked the person at the store if he was sick or something, and she said he's just always been like that, but there isnt anything actually wrong with him.
however, people beleive that there is, so that's why he was the last of the few they had in stock.
I love him. He's fucking perfect.