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Summary: Let's see what happens when Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-Wan are instructed by their respective therapists to start holonet journals to vent their frustrations and let loose.

Chapter 1

Anakin drummed his fingers on the armrest impatiently, eager for the session to end. The elderly gentleman in the adjacent chair was making a valiant attempt at counseling the ridiculously warped psyche known as Anakin Skywalker. The young Jedi almost snorted, wondering what the Council thought could possibly come of an elderly counselor from peaceful Naboo of all places trying to teach the rebellious Jedi how to handle attachments and errant emotions. If Obi-Wan couldn't, what makes them think this old guy can? He's never even stepped foot into the Temple, much less know how we live!

That was until the man actually came up with a practically decent idea. "Well, I know you're due to go on another mission any day now, and I wanted to make sure you continued your progress in expressing yourself," the man began. "I want you to write in your own journal, perhaps on the Holonet so that I can see it here on Coruscant."

This sparked the Jedi's interest, and he hid a grin, thinking of the various journals he already contributed to on a fairly regular basis. He stared at his hands, allowing himself a tiny, bashful smile, "I already have one."

The counselor's eyes widened. "Really?"

Anakin nodded, "On HoloLiveJournal. My name there is manicpoet."

Blink. Blink. "P-poet?" he asked tentatively, waiting for the joke. I know you're probably manic depressive, but a poet as well? Are we talking about the same person?

A rosy blush crept up Anakin's neck and he nodded, "I write poetry. Just… don't tell anyone, okay?"

More blinking and a few awkward moments later, the counselor assured him, "I can't tell anyone about any of this, anyway. Besides, who would believe me?"

"Gee, thanks." He feigned sarcasm, but then sighed in relief.

Later that night:

entry from manicpoet

Thanks to all of you that commented in my poetry journal. I spent a lot of time thinking on the challenge prompt in one of the communities; that was the result. Speaking of results…

Most of you know that I read Senator Amidala's journal regularly. She is one of my favorite politicians, as far as getting results. However, it seems her journal is being used primarily by her fanclub, these days, and not for those of us that wish to support her political views, which I might add, are growing in the minority each day.

I found the comments about the Senator and a particular Jedi Master to be appalling. Not only is this strictly against their Code, but come on… an old fart like him? Surely there is better evidence to support a relationship with her bodyguard Typho, or even that dashing Skywalker. (Although I'm sure she has better taste than that.)

In other news, I will be going away for business for a while, who knows how long. I don't know if I will be able to update, so I can't promise anything. I am not looking forward to spending the next unmentionable amount of time with my partner, as I do not enjoy snoring or emotional outbursts. I would much rather curl up next to my wife and cuddle her hair. (Although I'm still waiting on her to fall asleep before I join her in bed… When I go to bed, I want to go to sleep or spend quality intimate time with her, not TALK.)

Anakin smirked, avoiding the temptation to edit out "dashing Skywalker". They have no idea.

This goofy story brought to you by the smart!Ani plot bunny and my newfound livejournal love. Please let me know what you think about the smut and angst writer writing comedy!