Glorious

There's nothing I adore more than to stir in the middle of the night and be told in the darkness that I am loved.

Certifiable

OK, I saw the therapist today. She asked me all sorts of questions and I answered as honestly as I could, and she didn't even hint at calling the Men in White Coats. Yay me! Maybe I'm not as mad as I think I am, though I've heard that if you worry about being crazy, chances are you're not. It's the crazies that have no problem with insanity I guess.

I spent an hour being grilled about my family, my weight issues, anger issues, etcetera and even more etcetera. The only problem I had was with my own scant knowledge of psychology. I would know the reason behind some of the questions she asked me and would then worry over how to properly answer it in order to satisfy her motives. The less a person who's having to talk to a therapist knows about psychology, the better, methinks.

One of the things she asked me was "Do you have any unreasonable or unfounded fears?" Before I thought, I answered, "I have a few since I saw The Ring." Thankfully she laughed. .....but really I wasn't joking. Sadako begone!

Next Monday I go back for the last portion of the psyche evaluation, then the shrink will send "The Verdict" to my docs. This could make or break me.

Let the irrational worrying commence!

Fetish Quiz

Yeah, it's a Fetish Quiz, OK?

( naughty bits, so don't click if you're easily freaked out, ok? )

Bah Humbug

I'm a Scrooge dammit. I have grown to despise Christmas. Why?

Because...........

• It's become a tool of the corporatocracy to terrorise us into consumerism


• It has nothing to do with Jesus Christ anymore, nor does it have anything to do with the newborn Sun King


• Instead of starting a week after Thanksgiving, the "joyous season" begins before Halloween


• Every two-bit musical artist releases his/her/their obligatory Christmas album


• Commercials, commercials, commercials


• Everyone hellishly decked in red and green with no concept of the origins of these seasonal colours


• Kids....squalling, grabbing, demanding, raucous little brats


• The kids' parents, who think everyone should fawn over their demonseed because this is the season of children


• The fake joy in the workplace


• I can't wrap my mind around the fact that it's a hypocrites' holiday. If everyone were so keen on giving and peace on Earth, it wouldn't just be the focus for one month out of the year. If anything, Christmas is the season of getting as much as you can and making money.

So just call me Scrooge. Send me some ghosts to help me see the light, or whatever.... 'cos I'm not having it.