Wow, better get those ramblings on a plaque - so poetic. She makes you food? Like, doesn’t even sprinkle it with holy water? Damn, privileges.
Yeah, I'll mount them on your forehead or something. Uh, no, no holy water. We're not even really religious at all. That's the other thing about psychologists, I guess. Don't want anyone to be in control of their lives besides themselves.














