G guy sees a psychologist, requests woman.. later into sessions asks why a woman, g man states he’s g and that she shouldn’t feel threatened and that he’s more comfortable with woman, and woman is disgusted, g man asks if she has children and hopes most likely like her that the child isn’t g cause the child would be in for a harsh confrontation, battle, what not with mother.

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I allow myself to fall in love? Why am I so damn shallow about size? Do I still have walls up around me to protect me from further emotional damage. Is David the alcoholic I think he is? We were watching the news at 6:30 this morning, and he had a watery glass of sunny delight which suspiciously looked to me like a screwdriver (a screwdriver is an alcoholic drink – vodka and orange juice. One wouldn’t typically use sunny delight as an orange juice substitute, but it can still be done).

The effects pop-psychology has had on psychologists and their patients.

We’re now at war, good grief. I do feel relatively safe, but I still feel an undertone of threat while absorbed in my day-to-day activities. I am so afraid of a chemical/biological attack, however, if such a catastrophe should happen, there is nothing that I can do about it, but I feel so powerless submitting to that conclusion. I wonder, though, if I have been inoculated for Anthrax while I was in boot camp…?

I’m developing a love for typography and graphic design and photography. I’m looking into different options I have pursuing these areas of interest. I’ve known I’ve been interested in graphic design and web development for some time, so that isn’t what really distresses me. What does is the fact that I decide to change my “major” every few weeks, and each time with the same vigor and enthusiasm and planning as it’s predecessor, only have the flame of motivation flicker, then suffocate under the inspiration of a new interest. I know computers is the area I will be pursuing. I should really plan on

Great, more shows I really need to start watching: I watched The Sopranos and Leap Years for the first time last night. I wasn’t too impressed with the Sopranos, but Leap Years was amazing, although a bit choppy. I admit I have been awestruck with the “idea” of such a show as Leap Years, but to see it actually come off and make sense – truly inspiring. Leap Years is written by the same creative team as Queer as Folk, and has very well-developed characters and plot lines. Leap Years takes place over 3 specific years spanning 15 years: 1993, 2001, and 2008, and last night, the stories from each year correlated to the other two.

One of my favorite movies, City of Angels was on last night. I was so sleepy though, and coupled with the need to wake up early for work, I couldn’t watch to the end. I guess that’s okay, because every commercial and movie with a love story made me weepy, and the few scenes I did see of City of Angels last night was making me emotionally unstable.

Did I mention Troy’s sobriety lasted less than 48 hrs?

I went to Silver Strand State Beach in Coronado with Troy and Matt – what a joygasm. Beside financial the entire “picnic,” the pinnacle of the day involved birds. I felt like Tippy Hedren in The Birds. I threw a conniption fit and destroyed all the chips I’d bought after repeated requests for Matt and Troy to stop feeding the birds failed. They were throwing food purposely up above where I was trying to nap. I do not like the idea of contracting Meningitis.