Lauren sent me this link to wolf shirt reviews on Amazon last week and the next day Simone sent me the same one. It's that funny! Scroll down and read the reviews, and know that my old coworker Hammerhead used to wear these shirts without irony. And she also had issues with involuntary urination, come to think of it. Oh you haven't read them yet. Well that might be my favorite part of all the reviews, just so you know, it's the line "Whenever I wear the wolf shirt I have a lot less issues with involuntary urination." You can look forward to that one, you'll love it.
So, I don't know when I'll get used to crying in front of my therapist. Does anyone know when and if that happens? Today she actually cried with me which was a nice surprise and a bit surreal, but healing too, to have someone share your pain like that. It was a good session (because anything I pay $85 for is good by default or at least sheer willpower on my part) but now my contacts feel goopy cause I cried in them. But you don't wear contacts so you can't know this miserable feeling of goop on your corneas. And I can't get home and take them out till 7 pm which is when I'll get home from work...blah. The ends I go to, y'all. Paying to cry in front of someone, taking public transportation, and working late because of it, me and my first-world problems.
Don't you love this Black Apple print of the Morrissey lyric?