  I have looked inside myself. I know how to pick myself up when I am down, but dammit - Can a girl get a break?
I'm sick of picking myself up...finding the inner-strength-in-me poop. It worked great for many years, but I need someone to lean on for a minute -- Just someone to tell me what to do and make it sound good. Ya know? Sometimes I feel like I've been the one responsible for making me happy for so long that it's hard to take other people's suggestions to heart.
Is that bad? Is that good? It depends a lot on the person handing out the well-if-I-were-you's. I'm exaggerating much of this whine session, btw. Gotta vent. Speaking of vent, it is so flipping hot in my car on the way home from work. Flippin hot. Really, how is one expected to unwind when drenched in Stanza Marinade? 
