Some people have a crisis & go shoot up in an alley somewhere. Me? I prefer to scarf down doublestuff Oreos & brush my teeth with a bottle of Diet Pepsi (thanks Ke$ha) in a Walmart parking lot.
That's where I found myself last night, crying into a package of cream filled cookies surrounded by the People of Walmart. Pathetic.
Why? Eh, work stuff/life stuff that no one seems to understand but me. And even I don't get it sometimes so I guess I shouldn't expect others to. It's just nice when they try.
This post is brought to you by too much thinking, too much stress & too many oreos.