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So I as of today I meet with my "behavioral health specialist" once a week. Throughout the week starting with the second I leave her office I write down things in my phones that I want to talk with rebecca about. Anyways I write a lot of thoughts that I've had through out the week. I write things like "I've been angry lately" or "perfect day" or "yolo samples." You're probably thinking I meant "you only live once so you should have samples." That's actually not what I meant. 

What I wanted to talk to rebecca about was yesterday's experience at Yogurt Lounge last night. I started off by getting three samples. One was root beer float, another was coffee delight, and the last was cake batter. I grabbed a spoon and day down to eat slash chat with my friend maria and her family. I ate them. They were delicious. I waited like I don't know.. Fifteen minutes? And then got up and got some more yogurt in a cup and actually paid money for it.. It was great! Orgasm in my mouth good. Alright, not that good but worth the 3 something I paid for it. 

You might be thinking, " soooo you got some yogurt, that's miraculous!" Well, it is miraculous! In the past I would've went in there alone and bought like 10 ounces of yogurt and ate it all in my car then I'd go back into the classy establishment that I purchased my dessert from then I'd walk into their locking bathroom and purge most of my stomach contents into their porcelain throne. I'd wait in their restroom for about 5 minutes or until the redness in my eyes and face looked more like a hint of peach rather than a crack addict that just tried to claw their eyes out. 

Yeahhhhh,  that sounds gross. I know... But remember that was my life for like 5 years. Anyways long story short I'm really proud my myself for that success. Go ahead, congratulate me. I won't let my head get to big..

Ed: 0 Bre: some bomb froyo