So I love my psychiatrist. I know, I know- this is something no one's supposed to talk about- god forbid someone admits that they have a psychiatrist, but you know what, not only am I proud to declare this fact to the anonymous online world, but I will go so far as to say that mine is damn cool. I'm almost sad that he is in fact my psychiatrist, as I really think we could have been friends under normal circumstances. Is this weird? Maybe there is hope yet for our friendship. It's not like he knows THAT much about me. But man- this dude really breaks the mold when it comes to the image of shrinks. When I let out a dramatic gasp as he pulled out his oversized mammoth of a seventeen inch MacBook (I still think my fifteen inch is awesome as is. I opt for cuteness over excess.) he proceeded to clarify that yes, he was in fact aware of its gargantuan proportions, and yes, it was ideal for viewing porn, and no, he was not compensating for something, if that's what I had been wondering. God I love this guy.
Also- it should be noted that today's uploaded picture has zero to do with the content of this post, and everything to do with my shameless vanity. Enjoy.
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