Mais, oui

Blogettes, is that female only? What would be the male term? If there's only one generic term for twitterers then maybe a generic term works here. Who knows? I'll tell you who knows. You do. Only you know if the term makes you comfortable or not. So you know what? I'm gonna tell you to deal with it.

So, blogettes, it's been quiet here no? This my weird and wonderful strangers is because I am in therapy. Yep. Them apples. I'm all talked out. As if any of us believe that to be possible. My therapist is so good that over three weeks she's got me to pin point three major issues and start dealing with them. She is, in all honesty, an angel. Except, I'm an atheist. So maybe she's a magician...or a clown? How would a clown work? Don't they take the piss out of themselves. Hang on. Didn't I go to clown school? Should I not know this? Well, erm, yes, clowns they are a heightened version of themselves. Or some such bollocks. Without the clown you can't have tragedy. Shakespeare is a genius. Blah, blah, theatre blah. Erm yeah, so where was I? My therapist. She's just a therapist really. Doing her job. Getting paid for it. Yep, that's what she is.

Is twitterers the right term or am I thinking of tweeters? I'm so lost.

So whilst I pay my therapist to hear all my thoughts, what do you get? Silence. As if that's fair I hear you cry. 'How will we remember how sane we are if that crazy one isn't ranting on in some such manor?' I'll tell you, you can go back to the beginning of this blog and read it all the way through. Then you can do the job of my therapist for me and tell me what went wrong and where. Deal? No? Really? You don't want to read about Mickey again? Or me getting punched in the face? Or how crap Paris is versus London? Well you guys are nuts. That's what you are. All this time I thought I was the crazy one and it was you, all along.

So dear friends, what have we learnt today? Something about clowns and twitterers and blogettes and...no wait, that's it. But it was something. Don't you go saying it wasn't.

Now. Dear therapist, that dream about my teeth falling out...

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