I'm home and in no more need of therapy than when I left.
Excuse me while I go dry hump my DVD player so it knows I missed it too.
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You can't learn joie de vivre. Nor can you bribe Luck in the back of an alley with a fistful of twenties.
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- Jamie
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- I'm putting down my pen and picking up my sword.
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2 comments:
I think that might qualify as TMI. Just maybe.
The upside of expecting total and unmitigated disaster is that you're not usually disappointed, and often pleasantly surprised.
CN- That's how I rule my life: expect the worst so I'll never be disappointed.
Therapy is the new black.
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