....yes...i have a tidy and clean (ish....the floor still needs doing) kitchen.....i still have powdered Mimosa though, the bag is labelled 'purple dye' so my saintly Mum is blind to it......deep down she knows i'm only going to make more....she's said as much....and not so deep down i know she's right....but i do have to make sure that its when the kids are not around...
my brother is down with my nephews, he arrived sometime last night, i noticed during the night that he'd text me round midnight asking if i would be joining them for dinner today.....i shall reply no thankyou later....i do not really want to risk blurting out obscenities in my nephews company....plus me and bro oftentimes come to disagreements and heated discussions such as brothers and sisters do.....i know he means well....but i do wonder if he also has borderline personality disorder as, like me, he is prone to losing his temper in aggressive ways.....hmm actually....can't think of impulsive behaviour though.....and he has always been able to hold down a job and what he does he is very good at and clearly earns quite well, well enough for him to pay a mortgage on a house for his kids and their mother his ex-partner.....and pay rent on a house for himself, have a nice car, have holidays, buy nice food and wine, go out and socialise.......yeah he does alright for himself.....he's funny too, in a dark humour sarcastic way, my son very much adopts quite alot of my brothers traits.
yeah i know....i gotta keep calling the therapist cunt-er-man to ask why they would be unable to help me and that i'd been giving thought to her helpful suggestions on how to life a healthy lifestyle but wondered why she was not able to follow these herself if things were that easy.....should i give her some tips on how to lose weight?....'because you are not healthy the weight that you are and its not fair on people around you especially in crowded places as you take up too much room'.....yes i keep adding to reasonable points to raise on the pitfalls of her obesity and what i may suggest to her in order to help her live a healthier lifestyle......when i told my Mum that i was awaiting a call back from her yesterday and what i planned to say to her Mum was very dissapointed and defo against it.....i told her that i would just raise these points to my doctor who i have made another appointment with on the 4th november 8:40am as the referral was hardly the breakthrough we'd all been hoping for.....i'm aching to know what Alisn Cuntermans diagnosis of me is...the fat fuck therapist.....dont join the dots even tho we should...NAME AND SHAME THE PIG!!';...it is quite rightly against the rules....even my Dad, who is for me questioning her lifestyle to make a point....says i should remove her name...and alas...i'm also adding to a very patient (so far...as she's a yoga fanatic) moderators work load...you know who you are...and i might just come to you for therapy
......some people are just so very unsuited to their job and Cunilson Warts-on-cunt is one of those.....years ago i went back to college to study psychology health and social care, thats what she would have had to study to be in her job...so yes i do know she fucking SUCKS at it.
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my brother is down with my nephews, he arrived sometime last night, i noticed during the night that he'd text me round midnight asking if i would be joining them for dinner today.....i shall reply no thankyou later....i do not really want to risk blurting out obscenities in my nephews company....plus me and bro oftentimes come to disagreements and heated discussions such as brothers and sisters do.....i know he means well....but i do wonder if he also has borderline personality disorder as, like me, he is prone to losing his temper in aggressive ways.....hmm actually....can't think of impulsive behaviour though.....and he has always been able to hold down a job and what he does he is very good at and clearly earns quite well, well enough for him to pay a mortgage on a house for his kids and their mother his ex-partner.....and pay rent on a house for himself, have a nice car, have holidays, buy nice food and wine, go out and socialise.......yeah he does alright for himself.....he's funny too, in a dark humour sarcastic way, my son very much adopts quite alot of my brothers traits.
yeah i know....i gotta keep calling the therapist cunt-er-man to ask why they would be unable to help me and that i'd been giving thought to her helpful suggestions on how to life a healthy lifestyle but wondered why she was not able to follow these herself if things were that easy.....should i give her some tips on how to lose weight?....'because you are not healthy the weight that you are and its not fair on people around you especially in crowded places as you take up too much room'.....yes i keep adding to reasonable points to raise on the pitfalls of her obesity and what i may suggest to her in order to help her live a healthier lifestyle......when i told my Mum that i was awaiting a call back from her yesterday and what i planned to say to her Mum was very dissapointed and defo against it.....i told her that i would just raise these points to my doctor who i have made another appointment with on the 4th november 8:40am as the referral was hardly the breakthrough we'd all been hoping for.....i'm aching to know what Alisn Cuntermans diagnosis of me is...the fat fuck therapist.....dont join the dots even tho we should...NAME AND SHAME THE PIG!!';...it is quite rightly against the rules....even my Dad, who is for me questioning her lifestyle to make a point....says i should remove her name...and alas...i'm also adding to a very patient (so far...as she's a yoga fanatic) moderators work load...you know who you are...and i might just come to you for therapy
......some people are just so very unsuited to their job and Cunilson Warts-on-cunt is one of those.....years ago i went back to college to study psychology health and social care, thats what she would have had to study to be in her job...so yes i do know she fucking SUCKS at it.
as always a post to no-where
