YEP!! last night it had solidified enough to press it out of the plastic tub and onto baking paper.....today i cut it into little squares.....it doesn't quite resemble shop soap but it wouldn't as i added the aforementionned rose petals and salt but it smells nice and looks good, i am very proud!! i think i may even take a square down to my doctors on the 4th november 8:40am to show her.....look at what i made!!.....i don't just do impulsive stupid things !! i am capable of making soap, despite the fact that i am not capable of showering on a regular basis like i did 3 years ago...i have finally managed to make soap which i had considered to begin doing about 9 years ago (when i was taking my self prescribed daily dosage of MPA when i could buy it online and have it delivered by the postman)
my Dad just phoned, i told him about my soap and about the fact that i will no longer name my therapist.....why the fuck i call her my therapist when she refused to help me...THE therapist the fat fuck useless bitch who i will again try calling today and who will undoubtedly be 'on the phone' or 'with a client' and i shall ask why she won't take my calls or return them as i will be able to list the times i tried and the out-comes as i have it all recorded here...and of course on my phone as i call from my 'cell phone' (i was going to say mobile phone but....)....yeah whatever
I do wonder though whether my diagnosis of borderline personality disorder has now been removed due to 'warts-on-cunt' therapist session and if so.....how it stands...i wonder whether i am now considered to be 'well' am i too well to treat?...or am i too fucked to treat....these are the questions i need answering as she should have told me there and then so that is why i am obsessing over speaking with her.....and then she can take what she likes over what i say to her.....yes i am perfectly well as i am now suggesting a healthy lifestyle to you you bulging out of your shoes fat fucker
but my soap looks really good
my Dad just phoned, i told him about my soap and about the fact that i will no longer name my therapist.....why the fuck i call her my therapist when she refused to help me...THE therapist the fat fuck useless bitch who i will again try calling today and who will undoubtedly be 'on the phone' or 'with a client' and i shall ask why she won't take my calls or return them as i will be able to list the times i tried and the out-comes as i have it all recorded here...and of course on my phone as i call from my 'cell phone' (i was going to say mobile phone but....)....yeah whatever
I do wonder though whether my diagnosis of borderline personality disorder has now been removed due to 'warts-on-cunt' therapist session and if so.....how it stands...i wonder whether i am now considered to be 'well' am i too well to treat?...or am i too fucked to treat....these are the questions i need answering as she should have told me there and then so that is why i am obsessing over speaking with her.....and then she can take what she likes over what i say to her.....yes i am perfectly well as i am now suggesting a healthy lifestyle to you you bulging out of your shoes fat fucker
but my soap looks really good
