You Talkin’ To Me?

It seems like I’m getting a lot more respect these days…but geez, I’ve had to really start being a bad ass to get it. I’ve had to find my Inner-Big-Black-Woman, my Inner-Tony-Soprano, AND my Inner-Robert-DeNiro. No more little nice girl. No more co-dependent doormat. And if you give me any crap, you’re invited to my therapists office. Everyone’s invited to her office. Keep 24 hours gap between the dosages; do not take over dosage in case cialis price australia of failure. Several functions shall soft cialis mastercard normally stop working properly. People with this problem will have a temperature that is lower than the normal achat cialis cipla temperature in human body. This indicates that you can achieve erection and last long in the bed. viagra online consultation Even the president of the United States. However, I know he’s busy and may be a little intimidated by the directness of my shrink’s questions. Now, I know Robert DeNiro never had a therapist in Taxi Driver. But boy did he need one!

In case you don’t want to come to my therapists office, that’s fine. Just get ready for the ice storm! Cuz I’m not messin’ around!

Just for today, I am not taking anymore crap!