Interstate Therapy.

When I was in high school, there were a few times when I would get really upset or angry, so one of my friends would drive me to the freeway so I could lean out the window and yell as loud as I wanted to.
Today I needed some interstate therapy, so Andrea and I hopped on the 5 so I could forget about my failures and frustrations of the day I had just lived, have some wind blow up in my face, and not feel embarrassed about how much I still enjoy listening to Hollaback Girl.
Seriously, this day was bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.