Whore-Hey, are you spying on me?
Your secretary called me before work today to say she shouldn’t have scheduled me for the 5th and was wondering if I could reschedule. Now I’m not ‘generally’ paranoid but given my therapeutic history I am raising an eyebrow on this one. Really, at this point I don’t think we know each other well enough to already be avoiding one another; we‘ve never met. Give crazy a chance, man.
Labels: My Psychosis
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6 Thoughts On The Subject
Freaky.
I'll give you points for chutzpah. That's Yiddish, you know.
Why I do believe I just got told I've got moxie...in Yiddish.
Chutzpah is about the only thing I've got going for me at this point. I'm okay with that.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!! You are much too generous!!
Oh, sorry, I meant that about sponsoring us for Blogathon. hehe
The first thing I said when I met him "Hi, I'm Aza. Why was I rescheduled?" It went downhill from there.
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