My psychiatrist cherry popped

Well, even though it was just regarding lack of motivation, stress and academic problems, I actually had my first ever session with a psychological counsellor. Honestly, it's not at all like what they show in TV, lol.

Jokes aside, it felt... relieving. I let it out to certain Fakkuza anyway, but to let it out to someone who's a certified professional really does help, regardless of what your problem is. At least they really can tell you what to do, and will help with any problem your feeling. Also, counsellor-student confidentiality for the win~

Next appointment with her is next week... I'm actually eager to go talk to her again. =)

Then we had fucking awesome sex on the couch. I touch her mind this time. With mah cawk.

... I was going to ask for sauce, until I saw the URL read Charles Manson. :|

My dad use to work in the same building with Uncle Charlie.

Good for you.

(y)

It sucks that you were pushed to the point to go to a psychiatrist, but it's also good that you found a good one.

Fuck her on a desk

She wasn't that hot, Mike.



Honestly, she was referred to me last spring. Like most dicks, though, I let my pride decide for me that I don't need a counsellor for this matter. Boy, was I wrong?

Also, she says that all this studying problem is a kind of emotional stress anyway, so it falls under her jurisdiction as well. Apparently, she doesn't just handle addictions and all that.

Lol, all of our perverted minds can't grasp Art's visit to a shrink as something not sex related.

And I wasn't even there for anything sexuality related. What would you guys think if I said I visited because I have constant thought of sex in my mind?!

Your a ma.. guy. Your suppose to think about sex every 5 secs. The affects of your dick rubbing against your pant legs every time to move does that.

... you make a good point.

Ha.

And it's only the first step.

Next time ask for sex.

No, demand it.

No, force it.