I guess i wanted to right something different in my journal. *twiddles thumbs*

but it seems kinda stupid writing in a journal when...you have no topic.

*another Josh is sat in a therapist chair taking down notes* tell me, whats on your mind?

*THE REAL Josh is lying on a bed looking at the ceiling*

Well, I'm pondering on how to get some money. becuase i need to save up some cash for my Rena cosplay and then i need SPENDING money for the Expo, and I've seen this Gothic coat in a cheap ass lookin' shop and that'll cost money...

Therapist Josh: Hurmm...interesting. what makes you WANT the coat?

Josh: Well i wanna be some sorta vigilante of Bournemouth and I've tried different styles, but goth seems to be the one that works.

T-Josh: Why Goth?

Josh: Call it a fetish, but i like goth.

T-Josh: Hurm, if you like it so much, why don't become goth?

Josh: It's just not my personality. Plus i doubt Tara would like a Gothic boyfreind.

T-Josh: Hmm, anything else on your mind?

Josh: yes, MONEY. i've finally discovered i don't have enough of it in my life. I've pondered to most possible options to get money, All the summer jobs have been sucked dry by every other teenager trying to make a living in the world, i cant aks my mum for cash becuase she HERSELF is saving up for stuff, and i'm NOT resorting to prostitution.

T-Josh: why not do comissions?

Josh: *looks at him and shrugs* do much hastle. i try to avoid Via internet money transitions...i'll stick to people in my area, everyone wants a peace of my Talent. *sits up* Seriously, you do one FUCKIN' painting of Rena Ryuuguu and then suddenly your the next FUCKIN' picasso who your family member's think "He's my relative so i can get it for FREE"

T-Josh: *scribbles stuff down* you seem angry at yourself.

Josh: *pionts at him* FUCK YOU!! *settles down* Just my talent. *looks at his hands* Seems more a curse than a gift.

T-Josh: Yes. *looks at his watch* Well that seems to be all for today.

Josh: *sighs* very well...*gets up and leaves*

T-Josh: hey! have you paid?

Josh: i don't have anymoney! wheren't you listening?!

T-Josh: no. i was busy pondering what Tara would look like in Lingerie reading a book.

Josh: *turns around and stares at him* Perv.

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