I have had to deal with a lot in the time that has past since this "public journal" has become inactive. The whole falsely-accusing-Jolene-of-being-a-male-prostitute-when-she-had-bailed-me-out-of-jail debacle has caused me to become quite reclusive. Apparently, in seeking approval from other females (who happened to also be potential "love" candidates) regarding the situation, I only destroyed my chances with them, along with my own "credibility as a decent human being." My violent reaction against Yolinda (throwing her silly paper weight that I stole through her apartment door lite) for suggesting this public diary as a methodical release of troubling thoughts through the "harmless" interface of the world wide web was also quite poorly received. Nonetheless, after the door incident, I rebelled against further therapy.
However, in my most recent episdoe, the judge ordered me to begin anew sessions with a therapist, one result of a sentancing in which I was found "guilty" of steeling a bicycle helmet from the local elementary school. My "lawyer" successfully argued that I receieve reduced sentancing due to the "fortunate" fact that the girl who "owned" the helmet was able to tackle me before I could escape. Who would have thought that unicorn helmets would be so inticing.
So that leads me to today. Therapy began with Yolinda and her first question just so happened to be "how is your diary?" Orders, orders, orders.
Ta-ta,
Darius
2 comments:
Darius, it's so good to have you back again! sorry about the loss of the helmet. If you like, I will buy you a unicorn helmet for your birthday. I love your satirical use of quotation marks. hang in there!
Oh, also I thought you would be gratified to know that I added you to my blog list (you are number 87). this will help you to appear more popular. i don't know if that's important to you or not, but it doesn't hurt. love love!
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