My therapist Heather ██████ ███████, BURST, angrily, at me, for siding with Donald Trump, in her little, cosy studio psychotherapist office

She was so pissed off at me

She later texted me, after like 15 - 20 sessions:

"After discussing with my husband, I think it is best if you go see that other therapist instead of me"

She was like telling me, very contempt-fully, "Oh so many, umm, kids, who go through abuse, they are drawn to figures like Trump"

Hehehhee

Of course

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I like her office, it had a very nice, calming reed diffuser set

And I got one for my room too

I played Star Wars Battlefront with Pauline Weiss once or twice, but she sucked at it, so Alex Marsh showed up

He was a little bit too good, and I got killed, a few too many times

There's a pattern here! Even Mikey, the guy was whooping my ███. On my birthday. And worse, in front of an audience. Oh no. Can't have that. End the game, when it's a 2 - 1. Like a cricket match, called off, due to rain. And then, they have "some method" to decide who had won. Or a boxing match, which is hard to judge, as I would only judge a winner, if the other guy is knocked out or loses.

Alex killed me in Star Wars Battlefront. But I was not ready. So I made him go jump in the sarlacc pit, so the scores were evened up. We did a "draw", like in the wild, wild west, which is what SW is, a spaghetti western. And I was happy. It's all about winning to me. I only care about winning. Victory. That's what I like to smell in the morning. When I wake up.

I think when Trump comes to Sri Lanka. It will be the only country, ever, where The Apprentice music is loudly playing, even with a choir.

It'll be the first time a US president had visited Sri Lanka in 77 years!

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