tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post7494695909589024633..comments2023-06-17T11:40:24.051-04:00Comments on Revenge of the Ninja Kitty: News at 11: Catfight at local barJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-972047644551060232007-06-28T23:24:00.000-04:002007-06-28T23:24:00.000-04:00I completely understand. I really do. I hate sayin...I completely understand. I really do. I hate saying it, but sometimes I kinda wish I was born fully formed from someone's head. It'd be much easier than family bullshit that weighs on you so heavily you can't move. Manipulative moms can wreck serious havoc. Like a bulldozer at a toilet display.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-39790101959987236372007-06-28T23:21:00.000-04:002007-06-28T23:21:00.000-04:00Yeah, I had a mini breakdown last year (which was ...Yeah, I had a mini breakdown last year (which was why my school told me to start therapy) - it was due to the extremely nosy mom, and that's not gonna change anytime soon, but I've been trying to live with it. Ick. Sometimes I wish I didn't have family alive - things would be much easier. I do feel bad saying that, though. :)Pug Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07945547890994155106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-51201705917646846072007-06-28T22:45:00.000-04:002007-06-28T22:45:00.000-04:00All the therapists I went to (three in total by th...All the therapists I went to (three in total by the time I was 16) were jokes. Seriously. Well, maybe not one, since my dad didn't like the drive to get there, so I only went a couple times. That was...when I was 14. But the other were like they refused to listen to the teen sitting in front and just had verbal diarrhea. I told them I needed to be on pills for depression, and no one listened to me. "Talk it out" was the key phrase. Well, sure, but that's not gonna do jack shit if I'm sliding deep *and* going to therapy. By the time I was a freshman in college, I'd almost had three mental breakdowns. My family was just too much, and in fact, I flunked that year because the depression slammed full force back into me.<BR/><BR/>I wanted to be a therapist for awhile, but went "Not so much" when I thought about it. I'd choke some of the fools that came my way. Or subjected them to cleaning the cat box without gloves. I don't think anyone would want keep me on after that. I'm a tad too vocal and I was born without a tact gene.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-49297716681631077962007-06-28T20:26:00.000-04:002007-06-28T20:26:00.000-04:00Ugh, don't even get me STARTED on therapists. I tr...Ugh, don't even get me STARTED on therapists. I tried them out when I was a kid (supposedly I was too depressed and mopey to be normal), and the sessions made me feel worse about myself than I already did. Then I started them again this year, under the advise of my school, and let me tell you - my therapist doesn't know jack shit. It's funny, because all the advice she's given me I've pretty much blatantly ignored, because I know it's not going to work (I've tried it before) - and yet, when a lot of my personal problems cleared up recently (all on my own doing, under NO prompting from my therapist), she was like, "See? See what therapy can do? It can change your life!" And I'm thinking, "Shut it bitch. You have absolutely NOTHING to do with my recovery." Yeah, did I tell you she's kinda mean and judgmental too? Bleh.Pug Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07945547890994155106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-10317184420006534702007-06-28T18:17:00.000-04:002007-06-28T18:17:00.000-04:00And Nancy, don't I? You'd be surprised at the stor...And Nancy, don't I? You'd be surprised at the stories I have. Eventually, I'll tell them all. *grins* What until I tell you the story about my daddy and stepmama's meeting and marriage, from that pic.<BR/><BR/>*snickers* She has that very ugly hair, olive skin tone I guess is the color, and wore...eggplant purple. Scary, innit? And I wouldn't insult a dying woman with comparing her. Even Tammy Faye thought she wasn't a beauty queen.<BR/><BR/>Now imagine the woman in the pic wearing the midriffs and daisy dukes...at 45.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-18651101249739252502007-06-28T18:14:00.000-04:002007-06-28T18:14:00.000-04:00*laugh* Probably did see it from Springer. South T...*laugh* Probably did see it from Springer. South Texas, depends on the side. Stepdaddy's from San Antonio, you'd think he'd know better, wouldn't you?Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-11932344695644777712007-06-28T16:51:00.000-04:002007-06-28T16:51:00.000-04:00WOW! I saw this on Springer didn't I?? Im from a l...WOW! I saw this on Springer didn't I?? Im from a little town in South Texas, and let me tell you, when stuff like this happens....yeah, I leave them be.Augs Casahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16886987364572084938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-76694259401717598082007-06-28T16:40:00.000-04:002007-06-28T16:40:00.000-04:00Wow, girl, you do have stories!The stepmom?I'd say...Wow, girl, you do have stories!<BR/><BR/>The stepmom?<BR/>I'd say Tammy Faye Baker-ishy lookingNancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12525149264536202592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-32350058564139721652007-06-28T11:26:00.000-04:002007-06-28T11:26:00.000-04:00Probably Too Wong Fooing.Probably Too Wong Fooing.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938350440588063211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25425612.post-27459589778417881222007-06-28T11:24:00.000-04:002007-06-28T11:24:00.000-04:00Where the hell is Patrick Swayze when you need him...Where the hell is Patrick Swayze when you need him?The Usual Suspecthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15130376417517210149noreply@blogger.com