Recap w/ Shrink, Future X-Boyfriend & Old booty calls (Randoms)

Preface: I often recap shit I talk about with my shrink. He is a wise man and sometimes I recap what we talk about because it echoes of the shit that I been goin through... but mostly I recap because it took me soooo long to be ok with going to the shrink, and even longer to be OK with getting on Medication. I cannot count how many people told me not to go and how many people told me that "Black people don't go to shrinks, you better call a friend or your mama or your pastor." I spent a really long time not gettin the help that I needed due to other peoples ignorance and bullshit stigmatizations. So I feel semi-obligated to speak on and recount the visits that I have with my very awesome shrink and to let people know how much it helped me (and encourage all those who are thinking about it to know that it's cool and it saved my life). Just sayin.... :P

Recap with my Shrink:
Apparently I am doin AOK except for the fact that I had a couple of anxiety attacks. Lemme say this: the use of the term "anxious" in the song "So Anxious" is a total fuckin misnomer. That song shoulda been titled "So Horny" cuz aint nothin sexy bout anxiety.



Essentially, I sometimes get a knot in the pit of my stomach and I get this feeling of impending doom, like something bad is about to happen to me or someone I love (car accident, freak maiming, or cancer diagnosis). If you ever received a text from me that read "Are you OK?", trust that it was probably anxiety.

Anyways, I told him all of this and he prescribed Klonopin (Generic: Clonazepam). I am to take one when I feel anxious which is cool cuz I dont want to worry about another daily pill.

So I go home to research drug interactions as I normally do and for some reason I forgot the name and thought he prescribed me Clozapine. That would be bad... Cuz that shit is an anti-psychotic for schizophrenics and shit. Hmm plus it causes weight gain. Boo.

Friday I'll test run a Klonopin to see how I react to it. Can't afford to have a freak out reaction to my anti-anxiety pills at work. That would be (accordin to both Roomie & Robot Chicken) "anti-bueno".

Onward wit tha randoms.

• I gotta take my ungay gay wife out to Sushi. She has demanded and thus I must feed her.
  
  
• If this weekend goes as planned... Aint shit gonna be wrote bout it. Cuz its only funny when "I Love Lucy" type Hijinx ensue and I dont get dick....
  
  
• To select members of "The Diplomats"
  Dear Cam'ron: You should be smacked senseless for making Killa Season. Im still mad at you.
  
  You shouldn't pee on people CAM!
  
  Jim Jones: You still look like you have chlamydia.
  
  
  
  Juelz Santana: "Don't watch me, watch TV" is still one of my favorite phrases
  
  J.R Writer: I like that "Grill em" song.
  
  
• My favorite scene from States Property (fast forward to 5:20.)
  
  Jay-z - WTF?
  Yall straight ad-libbed this whole movie didntcha??
  
  
• Netta is always amused and perplexed when people she no longer sees or talks with read her blog. WTF? Poof.
  
  
• I have a complex about not being where I feel unwanted or merely tolerated. When you tell me to call, if I feel that you would rather not be bothered, I will avoid callin until I don't feel like a nuisance....
  
  
• To the person who popped up on this blog by google searchin the words "Semi pussy penis"... I'm not sure if you were lookin for this site but I think that the fact that I am googlable via those words is no less than Awesome!
  
  
• I was supposed to see a Very old booty call (like 2000 old) yesterday. But then I remembered that he didn't eat pussy. I figured "maybe this changed" so I text him.
  Me: You eat Pussy. (cuz we know I swore off non pussy eaters at the beginning of 2008)
  Old booty:Get you pussy ate b4 you see me...
  Me: Boo. No.
  Old booty: Bring a friend to do it....
  Me:Um. No. Veto.
  
  WTF? If I have someone eating my pussy, why the fuck would I bother to leave there to come see you. It is 2008. I repeat... What do you mean, you don't eat pussy? They still make you?
  
  
• Dear Future Ex Boyfriend:
  
  Last nights late night calls are why I refer to you as my "Future Ex Boyfriend" and not my "Future Ex Husband". If I told you at 11 that I was going to bed, texting me at 12:25 with "I want you" won't wake me up. "I need you" at 1:02am won't do it either.
  
  Nor will calling at 1:04, 1:07, 4:19, 4:23, or 4:42. I was asleep and your horniness is not compelling enough to draw me outta my warm ass bed. Nor is your excellent skill set or anatomy. No, no, no. I'll see you when you get back.

Love ya. Kisses. Have a Happy Turkey Day and shit.