I Might Have a Few Anger Management Problems. So You Know.

[eliza_phelp]

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Met with my therapist today again (I go a few times a week, as I'm sure most of you can imagine). If I hadn't been so fucking hungover I wouldn't have told him. Well, I didn't tell him that. I told him I'd told someone else. So he started getting all excited that I've been opening up to someone, and says that my studying for

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[bakunin_burger]

I'm hurt, really.

I'll see you in class--or the halls--I'm too stoned to remember if I have any classes with you right now.

[eliza_phelp]

Sod off, Mikhail. I have enough problems without you.

[bakunin_burger]

And apparently you're getting better 'cause of me, malishka. But alright...I won't bother you.

[playful_jane]

I almost hate to inquire, but... How many stitches?

[eliza_phelp]

Well, let's see... I kind of blacked out when I hit him with whatever it was, but I think it was a lamp. A heavy lamp. How many stitches do you think one of those could cause?

Why, Jane? Want to find out firsthand?

[playful_jane]

Are you going to drag a heavy lamp with you, or should I put one aside for you?

[eliza_phelp]

Don't be a smart-ass, Jane. And get me in touch with someone who knows Russian. I'm trying to write an essay, and this "malishka" shit isn't helping.