Therapy

I was having a shitty day 'cuz I couldn't go to an audition for a show. A show that I would totally get...West Side Story. I know, the show is really dated, but hey! It pays very well and it runs for a long time. Anyhoo, I didn't get to go but I ended up taking an amazing dance class with one of my favorite teachers and it made it all better. I just hate the fact that I'm getting older and the boys are getting younger and hotter! I may not have the best body right now or kick my leg as high anymore, but I still have years of pain and life lived to draw from. That's where I kick ass. When the teacher says " He just broke your heart and left you there thrown on the floor, sobbing and he took your dog! Give me that! Live!! Drama!" Honey! So you know I gave it to them, me and my little tummy ( that is going away little by little) dancing circles around the young boys.
So after coming home from the studio, I find my very ill and whiny roommate bored outta his mind! It was kinda cool to have him back and willing to talk with me for a long while. We watched the Amazing Race and American Idol, I don't want to comment on either, it's just too much for me to handle. We were just chillin' and he axed me " So when are you gonna start therapy." I just glared at him with astonishment. " I've found out SO many things out through therapy." What the fuck! Now I'm starting to think that maybe I do need therapy, am I that fucked up right now that I need to go blab to some man all of my insecurities? I mean, that's why I stopped going to confession.
Fuck it, I go to take a hot shower to soothe my aching muscles and it's only luke warm water that quickly turned into freezing water! And for those of you that have never had the pleasure of being dosed by water on the east coast, in the middle of winter, you're lucky.
Now I get to listen to said roommate whine to his "boyfriend" about the vacation that I had wanted to take, without the other one. Now he can't come the days that roommate wants him too, and I'm okay with that. I want to chill and relax, not have them bicker and bitch back in California, I could just stay here and listen to that shit!
LORD!...Maybe I do need therapy...Maybe he can give me some good drugs! Night..df