Everyone lies. Good guys lose. And love… does not conquer all.
So I’m going back to therapy, I’m both nervous and relieved. It’s been about 2 years since the last time. It just got to the point that either I made an appointment or end up in a preverbial hole that I can’t get out of.
I stopped by Starbucks this morning to get an iced vanilla latte because I hadn’t had one in about a week. Hey, I desserve a treat sometimes for my stupid commute. Anyway, the guy gave me my drink and said “iced non-fat latte” and I was almost like “yeah I didn’t ask for non-fat” (normally it’s 2%) but then I wondered if he just assumed I was getting non-fat because he thought I should be on a diet. I know, that’s how my brain works. I didn’t say anything and left with the drink. It’s not so bad actually.
I can’t think of anything else of importance in my life, which is really pathetic.