I go into work one day, and I see this piece of paper on the desk where I operate (it's a mutual desk, wasn't there explicitly for me.) On it is a poem, the words I don't exactly remember, on a piece of paper that had looked as though it was from some website. Unfortunately I lost the piece of paper, but it went something like this, I think:
You find yourself out in the world, not knowing who to listen to, but then there's a voice. It tells you what to do and you follow it, and it's not long until you realize that it's your voice, and all along you knew what to do...
I think...That was the general, err, message conveyed, maybe? HELP!
It's a warm feeling when you realize that people share your views...
Sandra Lee and Rachel Ray raped food.