Thursday, 29 April 2010
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Therapist: Ashley! I'm your doctor. You know who I am. We've been at this for months. Please stay with me.
Ashley: Can you see the real me, doctor?
Therapist: Yes -- can you? Use your own words. If you can't show me some progress, I'll be forced to put you into state custody. How can I help you? Please, Ashley. Tell me what you need.
Ashley: Send back my dream test baby. [written: She's my main feature.]
Friday, 23 April 2010
Therapist: Hello Ashley. How are you today?
Ashley: There's no point in asking. I'm pretty vacant.
Therapist: At our last session you presented as a teenager in your room in Holland Park.
Ashley: Yes! London! That's where I'm from.
Therapist: No, you're not. You've never been to London. You're in Immaculate Heart Hospital, in Dayton Ohio. Ashley, I can't help you if you continue to retreat into these fantasies.
Ashley: Yeah? Well piss off! Who are you?
Sunday, 18 April 2010
Friday, 16 April 2010
Ashley: One of my earliest memories is hearing mum play Armed Forces by Elvis Costello.
I knew about Elvis Presley but this was something altogether more complicated.
I was sure Costello must've been years before Presley.
I thought progress was things getting simpler as time went on.