Well if it’s fucked anyway, I may as well…

Toodles would be her name, by the way. Of the hot bitch who turns into a neurotic wreck.

So anyway I’m sayin’ like, I have a drinking problem.

It’s not that I drink. It’s okay to have some.

It’s that I use it as medicine, before noon. Fuck. I am having a beer to tame my anxiety.

My anxiety is the problem, not the alcohol. But tell that to my psychiatrist. They want to make sure your drinking indulgence and all indulgences period get as much blame as possible–AND make sure they do nothing to help you in the process.

Kaiser Permanente. The shittiest. Fuck shit fuck shit fuck you garbage ass fuck doctros. Insane freak shits don’t know how to do their job.


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