As we venture into another week I said down for my standard Monday 1 PM session with my therapist, George. Poor, poor George has to listen to me bitch and whine for 45 minutes about how hard it is waiting for diet Pepsi to release the original recipe again or how I already have over 2000 miles on my one-month-old leased car which I will definitely go over the allotted mileage.
As this is all going down my TDF (to die for) dog Jax, who comes everywhere with me, runs a 4K around the office, only returning to sit in my lap when he needs to power-nap for a moment before finishing his last few rounds. This puppy seriously has me concerned that he's drinking Red Bull or something because he has WAY to much energy. Jax is nine months old and was super sick for his four months of life. So that paired with my spoiling him like he's the son of Prince William and Kate had me has made potty training a very big struggle. Case in point: once Jax got really "excited" while playing with George on his antique white cloth couch and the "angel boy" left behind a few yellow stains on the fabric😑 Ever since the pee incident of '16 I try to keep the little fury el Chapo on my lap so we don't have any more accidents! So while I was petting my 6lb morkie, George was asking if I started "Gayting" yet (translation: gay dating). I nearly left some yellow stains of my own on the chairs fabric I was sitting on from how hard I was laughing. I think it may be the most fabulous thing I've ever heard from old George. Two years after excepting I'm gay I stilling am yet to date or even meet anybody I am interested in. I had a hard time excepting who I am and so it's no shocker that I haven't been looking for a relationship in the same expeditious style as I had was purchasing my first Birkin bag. But alas, it's time, let the gayting begin!(Lol jk I prob won't start dating until I'm like 103)