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My first psychologist, a UCLA graduate, straight out told me on my 11th visit that my problem was my hair. Yes, my hair. The problem was not my mother or my father. It was my miserable, shitty, scruffy, dry, mother fucking hair. She advised me to buy a hairdryer.
Mrs. Dalloway said she would by the 'hairdryer' herself..
Monday, December 21, 2009
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Cuanto cobraba tu picologa por consulta?
ReplyDeleteEs que estoy pensando que yo puedo dar esos consejos y por la mitad de precio...
no recuerdo.....mi seguro medico pagó la consulta.....
ReplyDeletehmmm.....
my second psychologist was better.....