A running list of things I need to tell my therapist
- •I bought Doritos
- •I think my car judges me when I lock it three times as I walk away
- •I'm intimidated by the contestants on Project Runway Junior
- •I randomly started skipping down the street. (True story, and she is gonna be psyched that I'm enjoying things occasionally)
- •I am incapable of making a dermatologist appointment.
- •I keep registering domains that are basically subtweets.
- •Every time my phone rings I vomit.
- •I've convinced myself I can pull off this fedora the cat pissed on. (I'll have to wear it to therapy I guess)