"... Traveled down the road and back again..."

Here I am again saying ok so it won't be this long next time. When the truth is, who's to say? Ya know what?!? Crap happens. It's been a long few weeks full of birthday parties, "adult-like" obligations that I feel I'm required to attend, and big time family decisions. Whoopty doo. People understand. Most of the time. And if they don't, tell them to kick rocks. Ok maybe I shouldn't be publishing this:/ anyways. The purpose of this is to remind you that even on your very worst "terrible horrible no good very bad day" or week or month. The sure fire way to take your worries away, or at least give you a good laugh is to have a "bitch buddy" some may call that just a friend, but rest assured that is NOT the same thing. Well, sorta. Except this one is way cooler! You call them, don't give them time to say hello, and you just lay it all down. Tell them about your crappy day and the horrible people you have dealt with. Tell them you're broke and just want a dollar burger. Tell them the illegal anxiety meds you wish you had smuggled in your bra. Tell them WHATEVER you need to tell them until you feel better. So what if the guy at the stop light saw you wipe your nose on your scarf because you're crying so hard. Who freakin cares?!? Just make yourself feel better. And I promise you, you will always feel better after a good vent session. Moral of the story. Find a few good friends. Scream, cuss, cry, punch (not them obviously), stomp your feet. Whatever. Get it out. Regroup. Fix your mascara. And go on about your pretty little day:) my group has had an earful lately and I'm not promising we are out of the quicksand just yet, but they're the best. And I always want them to know:) grab your closest friend. Hug them and stuff. Tell them they are pretty. Then tell yourself the same thing ya big cry baby. Until next time. Xoxo