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Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 26
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Recalling the events of that morning made me pull the pillow down over my face even harder. I still had not lost consciousness and was embarrassing myself with the thoughts of my stupidity. I had to do some pretty quick thinking as I simply could not tell Dr. Addiction, as she was so appropriately called by my co-workers, about that morning or the dream. And there was no ***** way I could tell her about what happened at work this week, prompting my supervisor to make me seek treatment – even though I am certain she knew . . . She was, after all, the companys psychologist and seeing her was a condition of my continued employment. Perhaps I could get her to talk about her girlfriend and most definitely talk about L. With the second season about to come to an end, I was more than distraught about facing another long and empty eight months until the third one began. And I also had a few issues about certain storylines that I am sure she wouldnt mind discussing as she herself was a fan of the show. Yea, thats what I would do . . distract her and ask her about Bette and Tina her to no end. Because that little incident in the elevator yesterday was just not something I was willing to open up about.
Maybe I did smother myself a little because I certainly did not hear the good doctor re-enter the office with drinks and food. And when she kiddingly asked me, Damn, Beach, what does the truck look like that hit you, as she lifted the pillow up and offered me a Dew, I thought that maybe I had been talking in my state of unawareness and unwittingly told her about the dream and the K beating.
Oh you mean this ol thing, I said as I pointed to the bandage on my forehead. I swear Doc I ran into a light pole the other day just not watching where I was going. And believe you me that ***** hurt when I hit it and it still hurts now.
(MOTHER ***** ME – EVEN WHEN I AM TELLING THE TRUTH IT SOUNDS LIKE A LIE ! BUT I THINK SHE BOUGHT IT. . . DAMN)
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My goodness…an advertisement when leaving comments now? Anywho, back to YOU..You sick, sick woman….oh how I loved this tale. ” I simply couldn’t resist detailing a concern I had. I grabbed my government issued black ink pen from my breast pocket and wrote a comment.” LOL!! ” Unbeknownst to me this man was nuttier than a Snickers bar and gayer than a rainbow colored feather boa on a stiletto-heeled drag queen.” See, now I know plenty of straights who enjoy a good rainbow boa every now and then. HA, no I dont! Bravo, ya nut. I need some scotch!
Beach, you really surpassed yourself with this story, I laughed from beginning till end. Just the imagination of you…
I’m looking forward to the complete check up you get done by the hot hot dr. Gabs LMAO
It has been almost a month since your last post. Don’t leave us hanging. There are addicts like you out there who need our fix and can relate. We are a mess, our lives are Lconsumed and your postings make us smile and feel a sense of normality. Don’t listen to the Dr. Addiction, screw the job, K will understand, just write more often.
God Beach…or should that be Bette Beach…you have one strange and twisted mind!! I love every corner of it!!!
LOL @ “That bitch is fuckin hot when she is sleeping around” – ain’t that the truth!!
Beach, it looks like you sure are going to have some serious issues – better pull that pillow down a little tighter yourself, before K does…that might make it a little less painful…
A wonderful start to the day. I love me some Beach humor.
LMAO! That was just what I needed this morning…and I thought I had issues;)…
I second that motion stella. More, Beach, more!!