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All I Wanna Do

25 Sep

. . .is zooma zoom zoom zoom and a boom boom.

What ever happened to Wreckx-n-Effects?  They were lyrical geniuses.  Take, for example, the following:

I like the way you comb your hair, uh
I like the stylish clothes you wear, uh
It’s just the little things you do, uh
That makes me want to get with you

I’m shocked that they’re not touring the country getting all the young kids to sing Rump Shaker.

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25 Sep

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Catherinette: The Psuedo-Shrink

25 Sep

One of the 4 things* I hate about living alone, is that there’s no one to make me feel better when I get scared.  This doesn’t happen very frequently, but every once in awhile I wish there was someone there to comfort me.  Like earlier this year when we went through some wind storms and I was afraid that the trees were going to fall on my house and kill me, or when I wake up at 3:00 in the morning and am positive that the devil is going to get me, or last week when Cops 2.0 took place, or the last couple of nights when I’m 100% certain that Mr. Winner is going to break into my house to kill me.

I have decided to diagnose myself with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  As the daughter of a psychiatrist, I’m allowed to do this.  Sure, it’s only been a few days since last week’s ordeal, but still, things should be better by now.  I’ve had to sleep with the outside lights on since Friday, and any little noise outside leads me to believe that Mr. Winner is trying to break into my house to get me.  Every little noice freaks me out.  I got out of bed 4 times last night to peep out of the windows to see if he was trying to break in.  Plus, there were all of these strange noises this morning.  I’m sure that it was a fox or a deer, but it totally freaked me out.

Paranoid much?  No!  This is just a symptom of the PTSD from which I’m clearly suffering!  Thankfully, I have therapy on Thursday.  I’m sure we’ll get it all sorted out in 1 session, plus it’s a perfect excuse to avoid my least favorite topic: intimacy.


*The 4 Things I Hate About Living Alone:

  1. Mowing the lawn.

  2. Shoveling snow in the winter.

  3. Paying the bills all by myself.

  4. Being scared and having no one to comfort me.