At least Im not passin this crap off as 100% non-exagorated which is what some peoplle in the news do.
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To give you a litle history here, a few years ago I began therappy with a very nice counselor. I liked this one best of all. Atcually I liked her TOO much. I developp a crush on her. I knew this was wrong of me. Then, becuase I did not deal with it, it turned into love. When she coud tell that I was in love with her she had to STOP councilling me. It was very painfull. It was the kind of love that woud not work out becuase she is 14 years oldor than me. Also, some have said that i am very immature.
My new counseler who I am having sesions with now: She is an OK therappist I guess, but she also does stuff somtimes that makes me mad.
Well it is more complicatted than that. I broke the law a few years ago and also misapropriated money and some of the money bellonged to Granfather. The dessision for me to come to Texas was worked out by my family and also the lawyors and courts.
But even still the counslor was saying that my parents must of also did stuff to victomize me and so she kept on atacking my dad and stepmom and tellin me that I had to stand up to them, and confront them. Perhaps they did stuff in the past that I am not sharing. If so, I was to stop blocking and start sharin. Because she said that THEY, and NOT Granfather, are the real villain here.
Also, shes met Granfather and knows hes a viollent disgousting horroble abusive beast. She has seen him. She has coght a whiff of the whiffy bastord.
Granfather even screamed at her once and I saw her face go white and knees buckol. (What he screammed: A perfect spitting, hissing immitation of that line from the movie "Star Trek: Generations" when Lursa the Klingon womon plants a tiny camera into Geordy's visor and then lator sees a closeup of Beverly's face:
"HU-MANN FEMALES ARE SO REPULSIVE!")
...Yet my counslor wants me to blame my parents!!
Why? Becuase it is easier to beat up on my dad and my stepmom rathor than Granfatther. It is the same reasen why the cops will pull over a guy going 10 miles ovor the speed limit but not 50 miles ovor the speed limit becuase it is easier to catch them.
I told her that she was being too danm Freudian here, and that she too woud rather blame my parents becuase she dosent have the nerve to confront Granfather. Becuase if she did, he woud take a bite out of her ass like he does to everryone else.
Well no more: now that Micrasoft boght Hotmail, whenevor you click LOG OUT it takes you to the danm Micrasoft homepage. You have to click STOP to make it stop loading, and then re-enter the URL for Hotmail. I dont know abbout you but I check my e-mail 3 times a day. I have NO NEED to visit the Microsoft homepage 3 times a day eithor. Well anyway a normol person might just bitch and moan abbout this but Granfather bellowed out in the most savage hollaring and murderrous violent threats of torture and dismemberment tellin me to:
"FIX THE DEE-FAULT, BOY, THE GARRDANG DEEE-FAULT"...so danm loud that the sheriff came by because he actualy heard the howls from out on the state route a mile away at the head of our propperty by the mailboxes as he drove past with the windows rolled up, the air conditioinning on, and also an ear infection.
But what else can you ecxpect from Granfather? A man whose CAT Scan revealled that he has a brain the size of a Swedish meatball? (Pre-cooked weight). My counsellor said to me, "You are exagorrating again, Walter," and I said to her, "Mabye somtimes I do, but his time I am NOT."
This is becuase I happan to know that SHE TOO does not want to deal with him. One of the threatts Granfather made to me concerning my inabillity to fix the Microsoft/Hotmail "DEEfualt" problem was to shove the Tiger(TM) brand Ellectronic "Wheel Of Fourtune(R)" handheld cartrigde game that we got him last year as a gift so far up my ass and with such great force that every time I farted the "Wheel" theme song woud start to play and not onley that but every time I had to "Pass" I will also "Spin", "Solve", and "Buy A Vowel."
So, the chain of command is now as follows:
Me, (at the bottom) ...who repports to the small toadfaced woman ...who repports to the Nosepickor (my old boss) ...who repports to The Lady Who Screamms At everyone (who I wrote about in past updates) ...who repports to the Generol Manager of the whole location.
The Genneral Managor is this distracted old jowly guy who is realy no more that a tired old re-tread from Corporate, (who was abbout to be handed his ass by Corporate after 30 years of sitting on it while doing nothing, and who was exiled here to run this branch of the Cyberblop projject so he woudnt lose his danm seniorrity.)
The cummulative I.Q. of this chain of commannd, (exepting my humbol self of course), adds up to a numerical whole number the total of which is equol to the combined inteligence and mental agility of a small soapdish. (With no soap in it -- mabye just a little of that liqiud slippy stuff)
My old boss, the young mean Nosepicker, (and my new "boss's boss") has increassed his callousness due to his increased pride and posittion. He is also one of these addicted snot diggers who is is always cought with a finger way up his nose to, say, atleast the 2nd knuckol and who alwayes has an ecxuse for it. Like, "Oh, geez, Ive got this ingrown hair," or else, "What a place for a bee sting!"
Now that hes been promotted to such a bigshot (a reward for kissing the G.M.'s ass I happan to know), all nose-picking shame is gone. He proudley works on that danm honker 24 hours a day as he has become one of these pathologgical mucas miners who eithor forgets he is doing it or does not freakin care that peoplle can notice. Infact shortley aftor his promottion I had the pleasure of seeing him in the mensroom peeing with his left hand, pickin his nose with his right, and with a cellphone balanced on his jughead jaw and shoulder hollerin into it at some poor lackey abbout "banner ad business models."