Hey wonderbunny!

[quirky]

Yes, it is. I try to spend time both in and outside the cave. But I cracked a couple of jokes with my therapist yesterday even. I couldn't help it.

[wonderbunny]

I went to a therapist for a while... he was video taping the sessions, how bizarre is that? I could have stopped going but I was under a contractual agreement with my former employer regarding disability. Strangest situation I've ever been in. So I just went with it, I mean what are you going to do. It felt a little like 'Leaving Las Vegas' and the 'Truman Show'; I just didn't realize how many people were listening in, but I did know they had a voice analyser on my sessions. I have no idea what they were looking for I had nothing to hide. I was Legally Blonde and I obey the law. AFLAC is a wonderful shorterm insurance plan and a hair analysis kept me out of prison, Its all in the right documentation. I don't know what my employer and my therapist were thinking. Life does not have to be so complicated.

[quirky]

It doesn't? You could have fooled me.

Sometimes I wish it wasn't. I have some longterm deep seated issues to work through, though.

[wonderbunny]

I wouldn't say I didn't have any issues, but with a video tape and voice analyzer it was a little complicated to receive any confidential treatment; I spent most of the time defending a cornucopia of false allegations. I had taken in a recovering 'Meth' addict for a roomate. He was clean and sober a year before I met him. I was pretty naive back then. I was under a lot of stress at work and a doctor prescribed Paxil. I apparently am allergic to Paxil and suffered a horrifying experience and needed to be hospitalized. I also occasionally smoke imported clove cigarettes. My coworkers thought was using Meth as my symptoms from the adverse reaction to Paxil wer very similar. The hair analysis (7 year hair growth and my supplemental insurance plan) kept me from a false allegation of insurance fraud. Scariest time of my life. There were so many people claiming I was going to prison. I had been framed by my employer, even the FBI was involved. I had no idea what human resouces was capable of until I watched my baby girl be taken away from me. A blood test is usually sufficient in this kind of a situation. I'm still trying to regain my credibility, and I've been a trial paralegal for 13 years. You should at least know what it smells like. She was smokin!

[fluffy]

cripes!!!.............you could turn that into a movie............

fluffy

[quirky]

Wow! That's a lot to go through. Although I suppose technically speaking my sessions are witnessed too because they say nothing is hidden from God.

I don't want sanity to be elusive.

[wonderbunny]

As a matter of fact, they did turn my session into a movie... It resulted in the 2003 Recall election. Its kind of a long story, but woo doggie. Fascinating candidates that year. Larry Flynt, Penthouse; Gary Coleman; Mary Carrey; Arnold Schwarzenegger; Ariana Huffington. (Go back and revisit the Debate) Sometimes I get a little manicky (power surge) and the medication needs to be adjusted. (PS... the medication were placebos!)

I wonder what brought the crowd to Sacramento that year? Its a puzzle

[quirky]

Yeah, everything's a puzzle. It's ok though.

[quirky]

John 18 - 8 Jesus answered, I have told you that I am he: if therefore ye seek me, let these go their way:

[wonderbunny]

I loved that last entry, I have some interesting reading for you. I have been devoting that past two weeks to some heavy meditation on Revelations Chapter 20: I saw an angel having the key to the bottomless pit.... Devil tha t deceived them was cast into the lake of fire... There's more to that chapter. Having been hospitalized the spirit of Satan is suicide, he steals your soul at your weakest moment convincing you that death is the only solution, and you are that unworthy of happiness. Depression is the desire to just go to sleep and never wake up. That's depression in a nutshell. All that psyhiatric mumbo jumbo, lables made me wonder. I am a suicide survivor, confidentially, my suicide was on placebos. But the memory was forever memorialized and imbedded in my heart, as I was telling my story on the internet. I new people wanted me to die. I had to fight to stay alive. I hoped, if I kept talking I could turn the story around. It didn't look like the Titanic. I kept reaching for a Leo- I found Bruce Almighty (close enough) I decided, if I could help one person from killing themselves... it would be worth it. No one should die from loneliness or a broken heart. Revelation! I wanted to come out of a womb of Rhino! We have Evolution! A man and a woman. It could happen!

Why not? God is that powerful, as he is the Alpha and the Omega. Why evolution be so hard to believe?

[quirky]

I think more on intelligent design than evolution.

But your last entry enlightened me, too. Thanks for that.

Romans 9 25- As he saith also in Hosea
I WILL CALL THEM MY PEOPLE; AND HER BELOVED, WHICH WAS NOT BELOVED. AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS THAT IN THE PLACE WHERE IT WAS SAID UNTO THEM. YE ARE NOT MY PEOPLE; THERE SHALL THEY BE CALLED THE CHILDREN OF THE LIVING GOD.