Inner sanctum

My therapist knows I have a blog.

My therapist knows the name of my blog.

My therapist knows I’ve written about him in my blog.

My therapist strikes me as a curious person.

Should my therapist’s curiosity bring him here…I say, welcome!

Excuse the mess (I’m referring to this whole little “glimpse into my thought process/train wreak“ thing I‘ve got going on here) and side step the foul language if you would please- it’s draped everywhere. As I’ve mentioned to you in therapy, I curse like a sailor with tourette’s syndrome. If you’re looking for “depth” here George, you’ve come to the wrong place. I think we can all agree that we’ve stepped in deeper puddles. I’ll save my “depth” and “insightfulness” for the real world (as I have very little to spare and wouldn‘t dream of wasting it here). You should also know, this is not a “child friendly” site (because of the gratuitous use of obscenities and occasional penis reference) so (should you have children that have access to your computer) please remember to delete your cookies and wipe your browser after visiting (as you know, kids are smart, they know how to access the websites their parents do). And yes, mild nausea is a side effect to reading my blog.

I think you’ll find that my blog is my outlet. I rant, I rave, I throw fits and just plain show my ass in general fairly regularly around these parts. You already know I’m a sarcastic angry little snot so please don’t take the whole “Whore-Hey” thing to heart (should you actually decide to wade through all of the nonsensical crap that I write to the whole “Whore-Hey“ thing).

I know some of you (one of you specifically) may be thinking, “Dear God woman! Why on earth would you tell, much less welcome your therapist to your blog?”, why not? My dad stops by here every once in a while (heh, yeah, I know you’ve come here since the blog-a-thon, dad- I see you on my tracker), why not my therapist? The only two real major differences between what I write here and what I say in real life are the cursing- I don’t drop f-bombs in mixed company and the level of education that comes across. Amazingly enough, I’m incredibly well spoken…it’s a pity that doesn’t rub off on my writing.