Squirrel with 'Ooooh!' banner, Up escalator Oxford Circus
I haven't made any new stickers recently, but yesterday Steve gave me some he'd made. They were funny, silly red squirrels carrying placards. I've no idea how he came up with that idea, but it made me laugh.
I've been a bit, hmmm lately. Well you know I've got a therapist? If I lived in the states I could probably say, 'I've got a therapist' and it would be ok. Not here. Actually I ditched my therapist, or did he ditch me? Anyway, I had a therapist, and Steve thinks it would do me good to see someone else about hmmm stuff. I'm not sure. Although I now Steve thinks it, the squirrels with the banners didn't say 'Get Help!' instead they said 'Magic!' and 'Ooooh!'
So yeah, it's not really done to have a therapist, is it? Not in this country. It's considered fine to care for your mental wellbeing with Evening Primrose Oil or Omega 3 Fish Oil capsules.
Talking to a professional who has advice on how to get your mind to function at it's best is considered wacky, taking capsules made of the squeezed out juices of flowers picked at 8pm is considered normal.
It must be expensive to produce Evening Primrose Oil, as there are so few hours a day when the flowers can be harvested. I wonder, if you buy cheap Evening Primrose oil whether they cheat and use some flowers picked in the morning? They could make a documentary with hidden cameras about farmers hiring cheap foreign labour to shiftily pick the primroses in the early hours.
So yeah, I wouldn't trust in the purity of any Evening Primrose Oil capsule, I'd rather trust in the knowledge and experience of a trained head-shrinker. Although I think the best cure for a weird-head is a boyfriend who'll make stickers to try to cheer you up, and bosses at work who make you feel appreciated even when you're not giving work as much effort as you want to.
And as I headed to work, I stuck Steve's sticker. 'Ooooh!' Where did that come from? 'Ooooh!' 'Ooooh?' It didn't matter, it made me laugh. My boyfriend's very clever. I love him.
I've been a bit, hmmm lately. Well you know I've got a therapist? If I lived in the states I could probably say, 'I've got a therapist' and it would be ok. Not here. Actually I ditched my therapist, or did he ditch me? Anyway, I had a therapist, and Steve thinks it would do me good to see someone else about hmmm stuff. I'm not sure. Although I now Steve thinks it, the squirrels with the banners didn't say 'Get Help!' instead they said 'Magic!' and 'Ooooh!'
So yeah, it's not really done to have a therapist, is it? Not in this country. It's considered fine to care for your mental wellbeing with Evening Primrose Oil or Omega 3 Fish Oil capsules.
Talking to a professional who has advice on how to get your mind to function at it's best is considered wacky, taking capsules made of the squeezed out juices of flowers picked at 8pm is considered normal.
It must be expensive to produce Evening Primrose Oil, as there are so few hours a day when the flowers can be harvested. I wonder, if you buy cheap Evening Primrose oil whether they cheat and use some flowers picked in the morning? They could make a documentary with hidden cameras about farmers hiring cheap foreign labour to shiftily pick the primroses in the early hours.
So yeah, I wouldn't trust in the purity of any Evening Primrose Oil capsule, I'd rather trust in the knowledge and experience of a trained head-shrinker. Although I think the best cure for a weird-head is a boyfriend who'll make stickers to try to cheer you up, and bosses at work who make you feel appreciated even when you're not giving work as much effort as you want to.
And as I headed to work, I stuck Steve's sticker. 'Ooooh!' Where did that come from? 'Ooooh!' 'Ooooh?' It didn't matter, it made me laugh. My boyfriend's very clever. I love him.
posted by Jo at 8:16 PM
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